At your feet
nail driven holes
gripping splinter filled
Tramp stamped by the hammer of a sinner
to a piece of wood
carved for an innocent dying man
for all the sinners
on top a mountain
Trampled by the feet of soldiers and Pharisees
mocked, spat upon, before they pronounced
He blasphemed. Crucify Him!
Crucify the Emmanuel
Thrusted upon, a crown
Thrusted nails
Thrusted on a tree
Thrusted on some hill
Thrusted upon was our death
as your heart beat slowed down
to stop, drop
Thrust in the spear
For He shall have no broken bones
The once living water mingled with the blood
And flowed out
ascended on a hill
then descending before a miracle ascending
mounted for the death pending
stabbed through with dull quivers
up on a hill
shivering from the tears
skin ripped off the back
like ribbons
sliding off the package
of your Easter Present
A communion basket of body and blood
A skeleton of former glory
Before the exaltation granting my Grooms Authority
The story before the Good News story
(whip sound)
taking away the power of the humans God-born
we would call that whipped
but what man fighting for his bride
what true man doesn't give the woman the whip
The Bride was equipped and the Son died
without fight nor fit
He took the whip. He took the whip.
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