Nailed to splintered wood of the Sacred Cross
Your fathomless eyes wept a sea of blood
Each falling tear weaving a dance of loss
The world, now virgin, out of earth-swept flood;
Sitting meekly upon a donkey's colt
Hours before, You were proclaimed Lord and King
While stars in a sky seared by lightning bolt
Slept until sun and moon began to sing
Your furrowed brow blemished by Crown of Thorn
Each prickly point opening a red wound;
Arrayed as no man was ever adorn
Behold: angels gather You as You swoon
Oh God, incline Your ear, hear our prayer
Sovereign Jesus, our Holy Savior.
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