Under the Cross I stand,
For me His body brand.
Red, red blood run down,
On His head they put a crown.
Not of jewels and not of gold,
But of thorns o’er fold.

Under the Cross I stand,
I see the angels in their band.
In pain, they see their Lord,
His Blood for us He poured.
His body dies.  It is finished.
The demon’s praise unleashed.

In the tomb I stand,
Out in the barren land.
Satan and his demons were mistaken,
Christ, our Lord, will awaken!

by Lané van Vuuren:
Written in Grade 12
(Alberton Christian Academy)

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