If the Cross Should Speak Last Night in prayerI saw the crosson which my Savior died.I asked, "Dear Sir, what was it like?"Before it spoke, it cried."Of all the things I could be madewhy was it picked for methat I should hold the Son of Godnot able to set Him free!?Through tears of grief it broke my heartwith mighty depth of painmy bark drank in the blood of Godand received that holy stain."I heard just then the nails cry outin sorrow and dismay,"We too were forced an awful rolethat dark and gloomy day.We trembled in the hands of menwhile with their mallets grimthey forced the nails through sinless handswith which to crucify Him."And at this point the crown gave wayto wails of horror too;"They took my beauty and formed me roundHis beautiful brow pierced through."They all in chorus raised one voicewith agony profuse,"Please understand we had no choiceor power to refuse!"But then the tomb like steeple bellrang out with great elation,"I could not keep Him, He rose againto offer all salvation.""Dear Friends", I said, "please weep no morenor linger in despair;for you were used of God you seethough no one was awareTo bring salvation full and freeby grace through faith in Christ,and through belief on Jesus' namethe gift of eternal life!"George H. Alquist Jr.