The Incondite Cross
The pooling dross
Drawn out with flame
He was blamed
It wasn’t skimmed (until it was skimmed)
The old man, the new man’s loss
The Holy Spirit’s vane
In Jesus’ Name
It wasn’t prayed (until it’s prayed in Him)
The incondite cross
Roughly made
It wasn’t planed
It wasn’t finished (until it was finished)
The incondite cross
Ripped his already tattered back
The rubbing of open wounds
Against the raw wood
Vinegar to drink
Nails brushing the median nerves
I make the “crucified clench”
Every pain extends as I gasp for breath
My body wanting, avoiding asphyxiation
My mind wanting death
This is my passion that led me here
I so loved the world
That I gave my life for it
They flogged my back and front raw
I am exhausted from the blood loss
Unrecognizable
You better recognize what I have done
(I am God’s Beloved Son) for you
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