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Above The Pain ~
Each stripe You bore, You wore my stain
Where thorns pressed deep, my guilt was laid
You chose to stay, above the pain
When darkest night, veiled love from sight
You held my soul, You gripped it tight
While mocking played, cold accolade,
My eternal reign, you sought to claim
Each word betrayed, You then forgave
Sin gouged Your frame, cruel ruts of blood
Each wound stung, with deepest love
Cold hatred judged, Your life to take
As vile spit raged, upon Your face,
Your eyes of love were in my place
When cruel spear slashed, to slit Your flesh
Your love spilled o'er, my life to bless
With writhing thirst, Your head raised high
In loudest voice impelled to cry
My God, My God forsake Me, WHY!
Each wrenching throb, my life was not
'Til Your blood stilled, the wrath of God
With lungs engorged, You gasped for breath,
Wild fever seethed, gangrene's infest
While insects crawled upon your flesh
Your Father turned, sin reigned unchecked
Earth shook with death, the curtain rent
Your body crushed, while drenched in prayer,
Compelling love, impaled You there
No other love can e'er compare
To win the fight o'er sin, alone
You bought my soul - unstained - to own
Your spirit raised one final call
Great exultation, now Your joy
The victory won, death is no more
All those who come, who will receive
You give Your life, to live and breathe
Your purity, from birth 'til end
You sacrificed, to take me then,
With You above, to now ascend
To live Your power, Your endless life
In Spirit raised, to heavenly light
Can I perceive, now see my sin
I broke Your law, I tortured Him
Dear Lord, forgive, I bow to cleave
You bore my hell, on that cruel tree
You took my death, You died for me
Soft Whispers from
Derry's Heart Poems © 2006
heartwhispers@iinet.net.au
"Death has been swallowed up in victory."
"Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?"
The sting of death is sin,
and the power of sin
is the law.
But thanks be to God!
He gives us the victory
through our Lord Jesus
Christ.
1 Corinthians 15:54-57
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