Alas, my love hangs on the cross
the cross he bore with tears
the memory of which has been ingrained
carried inside me throughout the years.
Hushed silence spread through the crowd like wildfire
as the earth opened to receive it’s own son,
creation cried out against the flesh of man
witnessing the brutality done to the one.
I gaze upon the broken body in shock
that hung limp there from the tree
he had lived his life an example of love
then gave it up for you and me.
Weeping eyes and aching hearts
no nothing can compare
to the loss and pain we felt that day
crucified were we too on the hill there.
Rough hands abuse the body of my lord
nothing none can do but stare
remember the wrath his soul endured
enticements and deceit one must beware.
Surrounded in precious pools of blood
the earth below was stained
I dipped my hands in cooling crimson
marked my heart with the life drained.
The last breath we witnessed, he gave for all
“Father forgive them” we heard
true to his life until the end
bestowing upon us his final word.
The sun blotted out, ushered in the dark
the earth’s foundation shook us to our soul
graves breaking open, the dead were walking
and in great fear the persecutors now his name extol.
Our precious lord laid we in a tomb adorned
mourning the touch of his hand
but on the third day the stone rolled away
and our hearts did finally understand.
That love without sacrifice is love not known
suffering and pain accompany the true
and the act that was done had opened the door
and made love possible, without end for me and you.
~ Celeste ~