Relax it's only a cross

Relax, count my breath up to 4 Recall how Jesus chilled on His cross Pinned like a cool butterfly Hung like a shroud on the line The crown of thorns felt fine The nails betwixt ulna and radius divine He didn't mind nails in metatarsals He declined the sour wine to keep his wits I want to learn how to chill like Him Relax, take in the 1st breath Inhale and let my soul hang loose Positive pressure dispels worries Let go years of misdirections Did he know he had 3 more breaths? Disown the tomatoes thrown in disgust Own tensile betrayal lurking in the mind Be like a baby’s skin when calm I wish I knew how to relax on high Relax, exhale and count to 2 Release all worries that bind My agitation only finds rest in you Remember me on the cross beside you Me, 2 thieves watching your grace I see you take your final breath Equanimity hung on the clothesline Careless to His resurrection assured Why have you abandoned me? Relax, inhale for the 2nd time Let my echo chamber take in 3 Gather desperate cries to be unpinned Be 1 of 2 thieves breathing next to Him 1 thief writhes mocking Christ The other thief in me fears God He says to me we’ll be in paradise Comfort me when You’re uncomfortable Your promise of relaxation is foreign Relax, exhale the number 4 Release my final breath like Him Count each breath till I let go of 4 Bring to bear the recycled sequence Enumerate the stations of the cross If I’m the thief on Golgotha that day Make me the 1 sinister to Him Hang me fresh like a serpentine sheet Loosed from clothespins spinning round When Jesus annoints me unrelaxed I start counting to find the numbers When I find no solace in 4's exhalation I count back to 1 to find no1's home If only I could find equanimity in 0 If a thief could trust his promise Then I, too, could relax on my cross I could also say I'm finished for now Just like Jesus relaxing in the breeze Relax, everything is enumerated Each breath is numbered by the Father Surely, I can learn to relax on my cross