Insults were hurled
as He carried
the weight of the world.
Air filled his lungs
despite the pain
of how His body was hung.
His limbs were nailed
on a splintered cross
and the sky was veiled.
The Sun is dying tonight
as he laments
the last moments of Light.
With a final breath,
the Son welcomes
His bitter death.
Heaven’s curtain was torn
resembling how
God’s heart mourned.
In tragedy’s wake,
the whole earth
began to violently shake.
Love died on a hill
that fateful Friday;
God’s will was fulfilled.
But in three days,
the stone was moved
and the Son was raised.
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Insults were hurled
as He carried
the weight of the world.
Air filled his lungs
despite the pain
of how His body was hung.
His limbs were nailed
on a splintered cross,
and the sky was veiled.
The Sun is dying tonight
as He laments
the last moments of light.
With a final breath,
the Son welcomes
His bitter death.
Heaven’s curtain was torn
resembling how
God’s heart mourned.
In tragedy’s wake,
the whole earth
began to violently shake.
Love died on a hill
that fateful Friday;
God’s will was fulfilled.
But in three days,
the stone was moved
and the Son was raised.