For you who sinned from day to day
I died upon this cross
For you who are weak and frail
I hung upon this cross
Oh, what pain and scorn to bear
The sins of every man
But, on this greatest Easter day
I died so you could stand
When I died I knew that I
Would rise again so soon
The grave could not hold me long
I came forth from the tomb
Grave, where is your victory
Death, where is your sting
Satan's demons tremble as
The angel's chorus sing
((Inspired by Francisco de Zurbaran's painting, 'The Crucifixion'))
((October 8th,1999))
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem