I lost the Cross

Somewhere along my journey
Through these hollowed halls
Amid the discussions
In towers with ivory walls

I lost the cross
It slipped from view
A little at a time

Hidden under discourses
Of soteriology
And chiastic charts
The shame of it ceased to burn my heart

I lost the cross
It slipped from view
A little at a time

It’s only by God’s grace
I realize now
That he has never
Let me slip from his view