Man On a Hill
Man on a Hill
Man on a hill,
Bruised and broken,
Watches as the dice roll
For his seamless robe;
Stripped of his clothing;
No words are spoken
By the man on a hill.
Man on the hill,
Crushed by a crown of thorns,
Cries into the sky
Of the sunless day;
Forgiveness on his lips
Mercy adorns him -
The man on a hill.
Man on a hill,
All of Heaven bows before you –
Nature holds its breath;
Angels, silent,
Before the Word who gave them life;
Can you feel the wind shiver?
Can you feel the earth shudder?
Man on a hill.
Man on a hill,
Stands before us,
See His plan unfolding
Before our eyes;
Witness in his fading life
A testimony of undeniable love;
By the man on a hill.
Copyright © Sam Kauffman | Year Posted 2020
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