Poetry

“Who Did That?” by William J., WV

Who put Him on that cross?
Roman nails held Him high
Who put Him on that cross?
The Jews yelled crucify
Who put Him on that cross?
So easy to place blame
Who put Him on that cross?
Disciples ran away
Who put Him on that cross?
We put Him on that tree
Who put Him on that cross?
The scoundrels include me
Blaming Jews and Romans
Tells not the true story
His cross was His weapon
To claim His victory

Poetry

“Finally Free” by Matthew R., TX

Sitting in my prison clothes
Staring at the fence and wire
Feeling like I’ve reached the end;
Lord, Heaven couldn’t feel much higher.
But as I look up, searching for You,
The picture’s now suddenly clear—
I am freer than I’ve ever been
And in this valley I need not fear.
I’m free from the same I lived,
Free from the chains on me.
I’m free from the prison of sin,
Free from who I used to be.
Finally free! Yeah, I’m finally free.
Oh Lord, I’m finally free.
Even though I face this time,
Even though I’ve lost these years,
Even though my heart is hurting,
I will not hide behind my tears.
My life is no longer my own
SO I will run on in this race—
Thankful for my brand new start,
The results of His amazing grace.
I’m confined to this prison cell
A story on my heart to tell.
The chains have fallen off my soul
His love filled me and made me whole.
I’m free from the shame I lived,
Free from the chains on me.
I’m free from the prison of sin,
Free from who I used to be.
Finally free! Yeah, I’m finally free.
Oh Lord, I’m finally free.
Because He loved me, I’m finally free.

Poetry

“The Eyes of God” by Matthew C., TX

The eyes of God are everywhere,

We can’t escape His tender care.

No matter what we try to hide,

He’s always right there by our side.

There is no sin He does not see,

There is nowhere that we can flee.

We may deceive the eyes of men,

But we can never deceive Him.

We all, like sheep, have gone astray,

We all have turned to our own way.

But yet, our God, in His great love,

Sent us His Son from high above.

Into this weak and sad estate,

Come, O Lord, don’t hesitate!

Please search and know my heart, I pray,

And guide me in Your truth this day.


An image of a beach with a large face in the water with hands folded in prayer above.
Artist Stories

Nickolas H., IL, Acrylic Painter

Who am I?

When choosing this theme, I pondered the marvelous creative nature of God and all things created by God.

In Genesis 1:26, God created mankind in His image. That image is spiritual and creative. Mankind has inherent abilities to create. Since this creative capacity is part of the inherent image of God in us, exploring and exercising our creativity can be a means of better knowing ourselves and God.

Instead of showing the moment when God forms Adam’s body out of dirt, “Spirit of His Creativity” shows God giving Adam the final touch of life, which will awaken his inner creative being, making him more fully human.

So, when asked, “Who am I?” . . .

I’m Adam, the material out of which God fashioned me.

I’m human, created as a creative being with God’s final touch of life that has awakened my inner creativity and made me even more human.

I am the “Spirit of His Creativity.”

An acrylic painting of the three wise men holding their gifts of frankincense, incense, and myrrh. They all look up to the left with signs of astrology above their heads.
Artist Stories

Leslie K., CA, Watercolor Painter

Due to the COVID-19 pandemic, I was transferred. I was not allowed to bring a lot of my property with me—they allotted only two bags of property to come in with us, and everyone lost a lot of things that got thrown away. It was very sad, and there was a lot of grumbling and chaos. I fared better than most but couldn’t bring in any of my art supplies. I am still trying to get them sent home, but no one is answering me, and no one seems to know where any of our property went.

I would like to create something for Crossroads and God! I am currently having artistic expression withdrawals! The only media I could use would be colored pencils, but unfortunately, the commissary hasn’t had any since I got here. Usually, we can make special purchase requests for art supplies, but due to the pandemic, that is not happening.

I hope this finds you and yours and everyone at Crossroads well and coronavirus-free. God bless you and keep you safe in these chaotic times that have fallen in our laps. Life is seldom carefully scripted, and in this scary time, I pray that God gives you peace.

In Christ,

Leslie

“Narrow Is the Way,” Watercolor by Leslie K., CA

Artist Stories

Jerry R., NJ, Mixed Media Artist

Like Zacchaeus, we prisoners all had worldly lives, rich or poor. We lived for those things that seemed more important than God Himself at that time. But then we were told about Christ Jesus, like Zacchaeus when he heard Jesus was passing his way in Jericho and just had to have a look at who everyone was talking about. And little did he know that Jesus was more interested in meeting him than he was. Revelation 3:20 says, “Behold, I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and dine with him, and he with me.”

So, when Zacchaeus went up that tree to see Jesus, he opened his heart to Jesus, and Jesus went to dine at his house. He repented of his sins, restored all he stole and received salvation and restoration.

When we receive Jesus into our hearts and get saved, our friends and family don’t always rejoice over our changed lives, and many don’t believe there was a change at all. Zacchaeus’s neighbors all mumbled and murmured about Jesus talking to a sinner instead of being happy for him. That’s why I chose Zacchaeus as my drawing for Crossroads.

Thank you for the opportunity.

Jerry

Photo of Jeremy M., an acrylic painter from Pennslyanvia
Artist Stories

Jeremy M., PA, Acrylic Painter

I started doing art when I came to county jail. Facing a lot of time in prison I knew I would be away for a while. I went to church and became a Christian when I devoted my life to Jesus in January 2010. I started drawing with graphite first. Another prisoner did portraits of family from photographs. I was astounded by his talents and he showed me some tips. I continued to draw portraits from a more technical style. Using my background in science I meticulously measured and plotted the images until they were just right.

After getting my 11-22 year sentence I came to state prison in PA. I continued to draw. Mostly portraits of family for gifts. I began to change from a technical style to a more artistic style as I gained an artists’ eye for my work and God’s creation. I continually looked up at clouds, I noticed colors and shapes in natural things like plants and rocks, and I day dreamed of interesting compositions.

I began to paint about seven years ago. It was a big change from pencil drawings. It took a lot of time, practice and determination to be able to create on canvas what I wanted to show to others. Now I continue to practice and try to create one painting a week. I am flabbergasted that my art is actually being admired. It is only by Jesus and His power that I am able to do this and I am so thankful to Him! I thank you at Crossroads for being faithful servants and making this possible.

Your brother in Christ,

Jeremy

Poetry

A poem by William K., ID

Beautiful and peaceful
God’s perfect world
Lovely and joyful
’Til into sin we were hurled

Battered and broken
Tattered and torn
From one lie spoken
Our sin was born

Lost in our sin
Full of pain and sorrow
In a downward spiral
With no hope for tomorrow

Unto a broken world
Our Savior was born
Tattered and broken
Battered and torn

Our salvation was born
No longer tattered or broken, battered or torn

Poetry

“In Troubled Days” by Dean T., GA

In days all filled with troubles
And feelings of despair,
When life is all in chaos,
Remember, He’ll be there

To grant us peace and comfort
And solace to our grief,
If only we stand steadfast
And hold to our belief

For in these days of trouble
And forlorn paths we trod,
We only need to trust in
The holy Son of God

Poetry

“Words” by Sherri T., MO

Cold walls, locked doors
Crimes committed
Tears, hateful words
So much loneliness
Drugs, addictions

Children without their mothers
Absent fathers
No money, rent due
People lie, some die
No life, desperation

Dreams gone
Urgency, feeling lost
Sad, worlds apart
Hungry, thirsty
Nowhere to turn

All of my life
I thought I knew the way
I obviously was wrong
Down and out
Bitter and alone

Please, God—
I can’t make it
Through this life
On my own

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