Upon the Throne

a cross branded His forehead beaten, confused, where was He now it's been a day or maybe two the crows were circling about His eyes were blinded by the sunlight burning rays pierced every wound He mustered a small, faint cry i know they'll come and help Me soon time dragged on, His lips were parched His side bled water, death and life look, someone's coming from the hill I'll not spend here another night closer came the presence it was not Mary nor it John swiftly lifted toward the heavens with God, He's seated on the throne