Upon the Throne
a cross branded His forehead
beaten, confused, where was He now
it's been a day or maybe two
the crows were circling about
His eyes were blinded by the sunlight
burning rays pierced every wound
He mustered a small, faint cry
i know they'll come and help Me soon
time dragged on, His lips were parched
His side bled water, death and life
look, someone's coming from the hill
I'll not spend here another night
closer came the presence
it was not Mary nor it John
swiftly lifted toward the heavens
with God, He's seated on the throne
Copyright © Amy Bohack | Year Posted 2012
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