An ancient tree I now behold
Blood of God runs now cold
Crimson red the branches stain
Ageless deity is now slain
What victory is won by this?
Death has stolen God’s great gift
A violent end to peace’s prince
No justice here before or since
Then he wakes and I am new
To empty graves as one we flew
The he walks and I find peace
My heart with God, a debt appeased
love love love.
ReplyDeletehave you seen the one on my old blog about hosea? i'll share soon.
jill