The Crucifix
The Crucifixion Of the Christ
Lo and behold, on this rood
On it once lay a great sacrifice
Of God’s only Beloved son
With his blood spilt on the wood
He washed away every vice
The cuffs of all our sins undone
A prince of peace rode on a borrowed colt to conquer sin's spikes of pain
A redeemer set aside his reverence and bled to erase the mark of Cain
A King ceded glory and a gold throne for mockery of a crown of thorns
In the moment of pain he saved a criminal and gifted a mother to John
The temple split like the red sea, swallowing wickedness into an abysm
God blinked, the sun dimmed, dark covered earth for the cross to beam
In the shade of a this rood-tree
We’re solaced and we’re free
Our eyes are wide open to see
The crucifix as a Mercy Seat
His anguish was fated by death
A death was fated by a rebirth
Reborn to harvest blessings
From the seed of his suffering
For one to deny thyself for us
Is a love no man can surpass
We’re unfit to lace his shoes
But he washes all of our feet
How much of us can we lose
If salvation has a face of defeat
What is worthy of this price?
One life or to be born twice?
Putting a lid on earthly vanities
Opens a door to godly verities
Death is a numb symbolization
Resurrection a vivid realisation
The only price lies in ourselves
A soul blossoms from sin’s shells
A revelation of an inner presence
An exhumation with aliveness
A demise overcome by our trust
To relive the passion of Christ
Copyright © Michelo Mweetwa | Year Posted 2020
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