The Crucifixion
Passion of Christ laid bare for all to see
while he treads fire, we tread water in this land of the free
dark clouds gather to witness the falling of a King
while we on shaky knees follow closer beneath black turbine skies
to grieve His eminent death...
Persecuted and whipped he sheds all earthly pagan dress
and leaves through the shadows with bile on his breath...
a test of will not of body but of spirit
resting His weight on the spikes driven into His hands
He called out to His Father in heaven,
"Father if it is possible, please let this cup pass by me "
but as the heaven's rumbled Father crumbled
and said " My son, it must be done."
and so He offered one last breath and then, he died.
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