Poem by Jeannette L. Vetter
Written date: Death of my soul

I saw the vision there upon the cross
I moved closer to see who was hung upon the cross
I reached to touch the feet and discovered they were mine
The nails pulled against my flesh
The pain of the weight tearing and the ache of the cost
I reached to touch the face of who hung there
The searing, the burning of the flesh crucifying
The pounding of my blood throbbing
The seizing of my body in agonizing pain
My chest raising and falling with labored breath
My wrist pierced with nails that were driven to the core
My mind yielding to the over whelming fear of no escape
My ears hearing, my mind not believing the voice calling,
There’s is no miracle
Look at you… Look at your sins
Deny Him who put you there, save yourself
Deny and Come down… Come down
Come down echoed thru the every fiber of my body
My hour in time is here
My eyes looked inward and there the I am My Lord Jesus
We are one
I felt and breathed in the death of Christ upon the Cross
My heart felt the rushing of pain and grief exploding within my soul
The impact of seeing of being one in Christ filled my mouth with

Praises OH! My God, My Savior, Your will, your destiny
My life, my death, the very essences of me for YOU
My last hour at last my heart pierced
My last breath my last word
Upon the Cross He and I
It is finished!