Golgotha
Undying shadows pervade my view
As sunlight flees through groping cloud
The thirsty ground soaking crimson dew
As beneath my Cross Your back is bowed
The spittle flies, the blows rain down
Your crimson stains the dogwood tree
With bloody head, and dripping crown
Your loving eyes seek out...me
I hold your gaze as you stagger low
Beneath heavy weight of mankind's shame
But Golgotha's victory cannot know
The power that death will bring Your Name
I wince in pain as nails pierce skin
While ringing hammer resounds aloud
The Son of Man, untouched by sin
Extends His mercy to a merciless crowd
On dogwood throne You are raised on high
As to life you unavailingly clutch
Arms outstretched, with spear pierced side
Proclaiming to all, “I love you...this much”
Marcus Lewis
7/19/2009
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