Saturday, June 11, 2011


Accosted, in a world of lies
Enmeshed, in a web unfound
Spiritual word and lines
Make each phrase profound

Vespers, cloth and gold
Tunics, green and red
Shepherds, we are told
Tend until all’s been said

Widened are the narrow fields
Spreading are the limbs
A divinity that does not yield
A mercy that cannot dim

Arrested, forced to confess
Without a voice, without say
Under siege, under duress
A life signed away

Carry cross throughout the land
On display for all to see
Through the dust, through the sand
Up the hill, so they’ll believe

Nails, upon ankles and wrist
Night falls with deepened pain
Blood from where the sword did twist
A thorny crown to ordain
His sacrifice, our future’s gain


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  2. Brandon, sorry I didn't respond sooner, meant to but got caught up in other things. Thanks for stopping by, I'm glad you enjoy the site. I did check your site out, very nice. Do you do all the work yourself? It's very good. Thanks again:)