The burden of Atlas on a man
Who asks for his cup to be taken away
And yet submits to a greater plan
Though his pain to sweat to blood ran
He still took the time to pray
A carpenter by humble trade
He will die upon a tree
Questioned and remaining staid
He chose the ransom to be paid
The debt that was placed on you and me
The burden of Atlas on this god
Who emptied himself into this cup
Submitting to being called a fraud
He perfects us who are flawed
And by being raised he lifts us up
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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