Leaving Him disfigured
Breaking through the skin’s layers
To His bones, not thirty-nine,
nor one hundred- twenty
But six hundred times or more
In an alarming number
when all creation sobbed
The scourging applied on His body
With His skin hanging
Bones disjointed
A crown of thorns
Piercing through His head
A cross was giving Him
To the Via Dolorosa
To be crucified
Not a cry, not a sound
Like a lamb to the slaughter
Not a cry, not a sound
His body broken
His soul crushed
His life spilled on the ground
But His Spirit strong
Reconciling men to God
What a beautiful sound!
On the third day
Lights sparkled the earth
With celebration above
Angels announcing His life
Rejoicing forever more
He is alive, He is alive!
Nature smiled while
The waves of the wind
Made them dance
To the tune of hope
Of a better tomorrow
Of God’s children’s redemption
Free from corruption
To life everlasting
Their salvation at last
Into God’s glorious inheritance.
Expression of God’s love
Marked on His Son’s body
His hands, His feet, His side
A testimony never to be erased
From the minds of mankind
‘till heaven opens and
Eternity sits us together at His side
At the right hand of the Father!
Meanwhile, we keep on singing
Glory halleluiah to our King
While for Him we wait
Not knowing when
His appearance will take place
We persevere in the hope
Perhaps tomorrow
Him, we will see face to face.
