I stand accused
Torn, tormented, cast aside
Alone, rejected,
Disavowed.
...
Some say the moon does rise
To speak of love, and damsels fair,
Strong arms to hold, caress with
Kisses soft and longings deep.
...
Strange trials there be
Headlong and fierce
The struggles, dark broodings
And mutinies bleak.
...
What shall I give?
What can I give?
To the one who gave
Ransomed His all?
...
Resurrection Sunday
I stand accused
Torn, tormented, cast aside
Alone, rejected,
Disavowed.
Sans honour, sans hope,
Stains embedded deep
Now and only this,
Desolation, Eternal, Bleak.
And yet
Heaven's arms open wide
A declaration
It is finished! The price is paid..
Ridiculed; Nay, no more
Restored; Forever more
Saviour God, Son of Man
That would declare
Guilty? No more! No more…