He Is Risen, He Is Risen. a Conversation About Love And Rejection. Poem by john (called jack) wren

Father, why have you forsaken me?
the priests detest me and laugh with houndish glee
from their cross of hate, I look to the sky
I have no one to wipe the blood from my eye.

They have pierced my hands and feet
why must I suffer for their deceit?
they cast lots for my clothes, and pour
scorn on my crown from where my blood flows.

My Son, I feel your pain, and here your cry,
I will wipe the blood from your eye
for we are two hearts that beat as one
and I see the vipers in the throng.

To those who reject you hell is their reward for
you are the Living Sacrifice, the Risen Lord
in three days your lips will kiss the dew for I
will raise you from the jaws of hell, so deep is my love for you.

Father, your words bring peace to my heart
as a deer thirsts for water, so I thirst for thee
my time has come, pray let me depart
Forgive them Father is my last plea.

My Son, your glory is nigh, death is no prison, for you
will hear their cries He is Risen, He is Risen
your reign will be Eternal, it will be Perfection
Man will forever rejoice in your Resurrection.

Psalm 22

The death scene of Yeshua bar Joseph, the Living Christ
also remembered as Jesus of Nazareth
The Alpha and Omega (the Beginning and End)