I wrote this poem a few years ago as I was going though my coming out process. As an African American, I was told by one of my Caucasian friends, how do you cope: your gay, black, and Christian. My response, faith in God and relationship with Jesus. It was the only thing that was a sure foundation. As I reflect back on those years, I know that Jesus was holding my hand every step of the way. I hope you enjoy and can experience the love of Christ that held and continue to hold me through these words:
Jesus, you graced the cross for me
There you remained to set me free
You didn't complain, whine or reject
No, on the cross, your mind was set
Why Jesus, why did you do this for me
Knowing my weakness and knowing my sins
With purpose and with dignity
On the cross you remained
Arms stretched, wrists and ankles nailed
Pierced in your head was a crown of thorns
As they mocked you, as others turned away, there you remained
For all, for me, there you remained for any who would simply come and embrace
And this, my Lord is why you graced the cross
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