03/31/2026
IN THE SHADOW OF THE CROSS, by Lucy Wall
In the shadow of the Cross a woman is chosen,
Deemed to be worthy and part of God's plan.
Placed in her womb as Heaven is opened,
The moment in time when God became Man.
In the shadow of the Cross lies a Babe in a manger,
A fragile gift from Heaven above.
A Child born to die and become a great Saviour,
His sacrifice found in the heart of true love.
In the shadow of the Cross three gifts are presented:
Frankincense, myrrh and the finest of gold.
Each with deep meaning, His life represented;
Their purpose prophetic and soon to unfold.
A gift to acknowledge His heritage Royal;
A metal so precious and brought from the East.
Myrrh for His death, to embalm Him in oil
While Frankincense spoke of our Greatest High Priest.
In the shadow of the Cross there lies a new mother,
Reduced by the pain and exhaustion of birth.
Contently she cradles this Babe like no other;
The Saviour of all and God of the Earth.
In the shadow of the Cross there sits a young Jesus,
Keenly He listens and learns of God's ways.
Astonishing all of the temple's great teachers,
Knowing the purpose and point of His days.
Greatly aware of His Heavenly mission,
Placed on the Earth to suffer great loss.
Pleasing the Father fulfilling His vision;
Saving mankind with His death on the Cross.
Deep in that shadow the Saviour is tempted,
Led in the wilderness forty long days.
Showing the devil his reign will be ended
And man once again will give God his praise!
In the shadow of the Cross Christ prays in the garden,
Knowing His hour is now drawing near.
Taking the blame and seeking our pardon,
Resolving to die for His children so dear.
Enveloped in darkness the King is arrested,
Tortured and beaten to save you and me.
Placed on His shoulders, each fibre invested,
Engulfed by it's shadow, Christ carries the tree.
In the shadow of the Cross His mother kneels weeping,
Helplessly watching her suffering Son.
Bearing the stripes that would bring others healing,
Knowing that this was the reason He'd come.
Strong to the end, our Saviour succeeded!
Conquering death to make a new way.
Rising again, His work is completed.
Glory to God for there dawns a new day!
In the shadow of the Cross I stand here forgiven!
Thankful my heart could receive mercy's call.
Never forgetting the grace that I live in,
He's King of my heart and King over all!
Oh what a wonderful, mighty Redeemer!
Praise to our Saviour in whom we delight.
Thanks to the Babe who was placed in a manger,
Forever we'll dwell in His glorious light!
