Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Now We Worship

Guarded and seized and suffered and shown the door
Beaten and bruised and bullied and knocked to the floor
Mocked and derided with passionate lies
Yet silent he's led and utters no cries

But even death could not hold him
Even death could not cage
The Church that he founded
To start the divinized age

And those shackles that held him, they set us free
That body so bloody that even crows looked away
Yet at his feet, the woman, standing so forlorn, still prayed
Even a Roman could plainly see

Here is our God


God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey

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