The Spirital Womb

The tragedy of a Miracle started today Our Lord’s brutalized body passed away Of all the tragedies in the history of man This is one I try to grasp, but never can For some reason I find it impossible to see We crucified the greatest man in our history Through all of the gain and all of the loss It was a predestined coin man had to toss I wonder how Pilot must have felt that day He washed cowards hands in a cowardly way Beaten and tortured, his skin ripped to shreds As a thorny crown dug holes into Jesus’ head While nailed to the cross he had one final goal Through the mercy of love he saved another soul He saved that soul and then our Lord Jesus died Can you imagine the countless tears that were cried? As we all know Jesus' body was placed into a tomb To my minds eye it was no less than a spiritual womb And from inside that womb salvation was born For the tomb was found empty come Sunday morn This is not how the story ends it is only how it starts The Lord now lives up inside each one of our hearts Even those lost in Prison, the ones like I used to be Can turn to the Lord and then they will be set free Freedom is a thing that I think we all strive to find It is etched in our heart and engraved in our mind I was locked up in a cell nestled tightly away Facing several years that I would have to pay Up inside of that cell I made my own decree A true miracle was taking place inside of me I was a very evil man and I was so proud to show it In the wink of an eye I was transformed into a Poet I learned there is only one way to truly be free Ask of the Lord, “ Jesus please come unto me” And just as the Lord Jesus Christ rose up out of his tomb We can all live with-in the comfort of his spiritual womb