Feet near the earth,
crowned brow to the skies,
God's arms
outstretched, mankind's savior dies.
On the death post,
beam,
His precious life
blood, does gleam.
Three iron spikes
hold in place,
spotless Lamb, now
dirty, sacrificial face.
Voice whispering,
cracking, groaning,
outpoured life,
sinners atoning.
Parched throat, dry
lips, mercy please,
Cheap wine on hyssop,
Creator they tease.
Deep into heaven does
He gaze,
Searching, praying
Father, nothing but haze.
Redemption provided,
His only cry,
Wounded, bruised
head, He bows, He dies.
Cold, hard men,
granite like face death,
Watch, remark, Christ
of God gasps last breath.
Now, their hearts
hard as stone,
Strangely moved,
their sin atoned.
For, they have
watched countless die,
Limp, lifeless
bodies, suspended high.
Men, now close to
post, beam,
Ugly truth
transformed to beauties gleam
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