In a single hand,
hold the vine of thorns,
Inhale it's queen of beauty
from the nostrils of
your soul-

Halo of spikes ripping flesh
not one moan of pain
Torrent rains of weeping tears
from disbelieving eyes
drops of cleansing blood-
healing fears

Cries within the crowds
pleading discontent
another limb torn away
Strong- sturdy-
trueness of faith-
unspent

Tried and convicted
horrors unjust
Stoned, beaten
and slain
Bones crushed-
Crucified-
crimson stains

Questions silenced
thieves and murderers
lifted at each side,
Spikes invasion
thoughtless intrusions
wounds reopened
wide

A Father's love-
A seemingly forgotten lamb-
on the altar of promises-
sacrificed,
drink of His wine-
eat of His bread-
traitors of faith-
sliced

Forgiveness granted
lungs collapsed
breath faded away,
Boulders placed-
darkness surrounded
believers wept-
believers pray-
on the third day-

-Resurrection-

Father forgive them; for they
know not what they do