Thursday, December 08, 2005

Creation's Juxtapose
Oh marvel of eternity,
The sky was turning black
The judgment of humanity
Rolled down his bloody back
The wounds and blood are tokens
Or Adam's fateful choice
"Father why hast thou forsaken me"
He spoke with feeble voice
The sky grew black at midday
His father turned his head
"Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachihani ?
"Is what he feebly said
They laughed and scorned and mocked him
Some gay, some proud, some grim
"Now let us see my fellows.
If Elias saveth Him."
As the serpent was lifted up
So was the son of man
As a lamb led to its slaughter
This was His Fathers plan
They laugh, and scorn, and mock him
They shout and scoff and boo
"Dear Father please forgive them
They know not what they do."
How beautiful His visage
The bloody scared up face
how purposeful His sacrifice
He's hanging in my place
undignified position
He was the last, the first
His swollen lips move once again
He weakly says, "I thirst"
They give him wine and vinegar
To help Him find His voice
From the very beginning
This fate was His own choice
"Father, into your hands
I do commit my spirit"
He pauses for a moment
And then, for those who hear it
He speaks His final word
Which strength has not diminished
Throughout all of eternity
He says just "It is finished"
From top to bottom the curtain tears
It is a gaping rift
And now He's looking straight at you
"Will you accept this gift?"
Joel C. Furches

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