At the Foot of the Cross

I find myself at the Holy Cross,

where the price was paid for my sin.

Jesus suffered and died

so I could live and walk in the light of liberty,

as Heaven’s bells of freedom softly ring,

Calling all hearts home and my own.

And the Word of God,

etched upon my heart,

shines for all to see—

holy words, eternal,

and just for me.

Scott L.

Born Blessed in South Korea in 1969 and raised in Baltimore, I’ve built a career with 20 years in customer service and 10 years in behavioral health. The crowning jewel of my studies came when I earned the only passing grade of an A from a Harvard professor — a true master of the craft of Shakespeare

And the English language, whose guidance opened the gateway to worlds of imagination, discipline, and wonder.

Married for 25 years, I share the good life with two dogs (Isabella and Juliet) and one cat named Maddie. In my free time, I enjoy writing, biking, gospel music, and spending time with my pastor and friends.

https://www.eastwindpoems.site
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