Gushing life. Dripping in crimson

Raindrops bestow forth from the grey

The sparkle in Your eyes betrays so much more

I look up at You as You cry out from pain

 

Pieces of iron in hand and in foot

Tears dispense from Your wrists

They mock and they spit

With nothing to say

I used to look up at You as You cried out Your love

 

You were not always like this

You were seen as the King

You healed

You held

You lived

You loved

You showed me the Power

You showed me the Way

Now drops of scarlet steal all of that away

 

Where roses once bloom

Now thorns pierce instead

You are the rose

Once praised now dead.

Now all goes black

Your love now cold

I looked down upon You as You cry out no more

 

The ground consumes You in its inescapable thirst

A stone placed in front to hold You at last

With my heart so shattered and the lies so clear

I have no where to look

For You are not here

 

Three days go by

In the utter black

The ground starts to shake

And the Stone is rolled back

The angels rejoice

And footprints appear

I have no where to look

For You are not here

 

They say that You rose

That You are living again

That You had spoken the Truth

That You had defeated even Death

Yet I can not see

So I do not believe

I have no where to look

For You are not here

 

Now You are in the room

And You reach out Your hands

I reach out and touch them

For You truly are here

You have risen

My Lord

You have set me free

Now I look up and praise You

For You have saved me…from me