Secrets

When the Old Wooden Cross
pierces the soul,
it bleeds until all that it holds
is no longer hidden.

Secrets are exposed,
wounds are healed,
lies are dispersed,
and bondage is broken.

What the dark once covered,
the Light now frees.
Where hunger once gnawed,
Contentment and Peace rest.
Where fear once dominated,
Grace and Mercy flow.
What condemnation isolated,
Love draws into restoration.

When the Old Wooden Cross
is the albatross of the soul,
it weighs down all that it oppresses
until life is no more.

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