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The Wayside Cross

Contributed by Elizabeth_Dandy on Tuesday, 19th April 2005 @ 12:17:17 PM in AEST
Topic: InspirationalPoems





I wandered far, I wandered wide,
Straight on, across, athwart
Day in, day out, morning and night
Great sadness in my heart.

I felt so faint, my feet were weak,
From wandering overland,
When by an ash-tree near a creek
A wooden cross I found.

Bloodstained thereon my Savior hung
Head lowered, forward bent,
His arms stretched out, so full of love
But no flowers nor ornament.

Beneath His feet I took my rest
And there I found sweet peace,
There I laid down what so oppressed,
how good our Savior is!





Gewandert bin ich weit und lang
Viel Wege kreuz und quer
Tagaus, tagein, und naechtelang
Verflossen trueb und schwer.

Ich war so matt vom vielen Gehen,
Es trug mein Fuss mich kaum,
1/18/04a sah ein hoelzern Kreuz ich stehn
Bei einem Lindenbaum

Daran der Heiland, blutbefleckt,
Herabgesenkt das Haupt
Die Arme liebend ausgestreckt,
Und jeder Zier be raubt.

Zu seinen Fuessen hielt ich rast,
Da fand ich suesse Rueh
Hier legt ich nieder meine Last,
Oh Herr! wie gut bist Du!


By: Maria Magdalena Doppelmayr (c)
Translated by daughter Elizabeth Dandy










Copyright © Elizabeth_Dandy ... [ 2005-04-19 12:17:17]
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Re: The Wayside Cross (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 19th April 2005 @ 12:28:49 PM AEST
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Very Pretty. I enjoyed reading it. Thank you Shey


Re: The Wayside Cross (User Rating: 1 )
by Lionel on Wednesday, 20th April 2005 @ 10:19:22 AM AEST
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Beneath His feet I took my rest. - Wonderful, I love that.


Re: The Wayside Cross (User Rating: 1 )
by reflections on Saturday, 23rd April 2005 @ 09:48:38 AM AEST
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The poem, dear Elizabeth, is fabulous! As is the extraordinary image of the Crucified Jesus surrounded by his contented flock, happy in their feeling of being sheltered from all harm by Their Master who is no longer by their side, but still giving them the happiness of His love and protection from the sanctity of the Cross. Wonderful message. Salute!

John





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