Here's a little something from the more God-revering side of me...
A
quiet birth among the beasts, a babe escaping death
Fulfillment
of the prophecies, a king among the briar
Apprentice
learning from the master, wisdom in each breath
Trials
of youth could not diminish the flame of destiny’s pyre
Ministry
To
walk the earth without a home, or bed his head to lie
Trodden
under foot of man, their cursings on the wind
Smitten,
scourged, and spat upon until demise is nigh
Yet
he journeys giving aid to those of ill and sin
Atonement
Whispering
pleadings to the divine, his bitter cup to take
Whilst
outside friends asleep at the watch, darkness clouds their minds
Raining
blood from flesh to soil, the body’s frame ashake
“Nevertheless
not glory nor deed of mine be done but thine”
Betrayal
Healing
hands and tender words cannot escape their wrath
Evil
hands to seize by night, a course bent on betrayal
A
lethal kiss, a lamb of his fold, the devil’s angels laugh
And
yet he offers healing hands to those who would assail
Crucifixion
Restrained
upon a cross of timbers, enemies delight
Nails
tear flesh with brutal blows to hands and wrists and feet
Hoisted
with a crown of thorns, a pearl among the swine
A
bruised and broken shell of a man, his spirit gives retreat
Resurrection
Of
godly smoke and hallowed ash, the phoenix is reborn
Never
again to taste of death, nor blood his clothes to stain
Immaculate
as driven snow, raiment of kings is worn
Whole
is that which once was torn, yet still the scars remain.
by Derek Herzberg
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