Moment In Chains

The chains held Him up To hook in dripping ceiling Strange rest…and needed From carrying and advancing Needy crowds thick ears Messages only half heard Sickness sadness Hearts terribly alone While He offered Father Heard from Father Mission ongoing. Religion available Proved so ugly And so short-sighted. Still He painted the Kingdom Til powers of men Taunted Him Tested Him Tethered Him Took Him to farcical Judgment seats. Laying on those chains. The hook in that ceiling Now offered short respite. The Morrow held mobs And that Hill. Almost through and accomplished. Resurrection promise Soon His only mainstay.