This crown of thorns
He wears for you
Drips blood and cleanses our sins
In doing this an order restored
Our arrogance is humbled
Our outlandish behaviors tamed
He has watched and waited
Through our sleepless nights
Unfounded opinions, delerious notions
As we plucked
From our feet and toes
He has witnessed, and spilt tears
Along side us..
Son of god!!!
Reign upon the shattered worlds
Rebuild from ruin, mend what is broken
Create from nothing, revive land forsaken
Tell your soilders to march onward
And light this darkened globe
Shatter our masks
That cover our shame
Whisk away the chaff
Like a strong wind
Oh lord... deliver us
give us the allowance
To achieve our works
Both big and small
Let us retain your virtue
And release your displeasure
May we again know ourselves your children
That we are your people and members
Of your unified flesh, and peacebearing heart
Amen.
(Blessed Sunday)
the shards of glass
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