Crucifixion and Ressurection

Crucified

One man
Crucified
 
To save us all the trouble of considering
the honest reality of our lives and
 whether our religion means anything
 
At all.
 
Thank you
Caiaphas,
Pilate,
Annas,
Nameless
Roman
Soldiers
 
For nailing away that troublesome man.

Easter Song

The future is open
For the stone is rolled away
 
The future is life
This is where his body lay
 
The future is light
Our morning is no longer grey
 
The future is free
And I don't know what to say
 
The future is now
Since He arose on Easter Day
 
The future is now strange
But I walk upon the Way

Hurt

For the hurts which still weigh in me
For the thorns which still catch in me
Lord! Have mercy!
 
For what has twisted me
For what resists in me
Lord! Have mercy!
 
For what inveigles my mind
For what invades my heart
Lord! Have mercy!
 
For what I cannot forget
For what I always regret
Lord! Have mercy!
 
For the anger undying
For the lion unsleeping
Lord! Have mercy!
 
For all that was not as it could be
For all that is not as it should be
Lord! Have mercy!
 
For my heart in its raging
For my soul in its caging
Oh Lord, have mercy, have mercy
 
and
grant
me
one
drop
of
that
tender forgiveness
which
falls
from
your
lips
on
the
cross

Mary's Song By The Cross

I was waiting by the cross
 when they nailed my son upon it
I was waiting by the cross
 when they nailed my son upon it
Yes we stood there by the cross
When they murdered my firstborn Son
 
Hands which I held in mine
When I recieved him from my womb
Flinched with sudden anguish
When they nailed him to the cross
 
Feet which ran to greet me
When I called him as a child
Turned bloody with the nails
When they nailed him to the cross
 
Voice which laughed and shouted
As he played on summer evenings
Croaked last, that; 'It is finished'
When they nailed him to the cross
 
Body which grew to manhood
Under my love and anxious caring
Hung limp and close to dieing
When they nailed him to the cross
 
And his spirit which grew to wisdom
As I watched with pride and wonder
Breathed its last, and quick departed
When they nailed him to the cross
 
I was waiting by the cross
 when they nailed my son upon it
I was waiting by the cross
 when they nailed my son upon it
Yes we stood there by that cross
When they murdered my firstborn Son

There was a kindness in the death

There was a kindness in the death
After anguish, gentleness
After insult, respect.
And placed in a stone tomb:
No pauper's grave, no pit.
Only the sweet smells of the garden,
The serenading of bird song.
Yes, in the end, beauty led him to his rest
Love wrapped him
Peace bound him
As the tomb swallowed her brief guest

To Cross Come

To cross come
with limp, with limb dragging
with heart heavy, hard with sorrow
with memory mumbling, moaning
 
To cross come
sad soul, sore that you are
flesh flaky, skin raw
come
 
To the clawed cross
to the Christ beaten
battered, abused
come
 
in your gentle humanity
loved, delightful one
brimming with beauty
come
 
through rabble deaf
through bigots
through prejudice, poverty of thought, imaginations puny and pusillanimous
come
 
to the cross
to the shining cross
flush with forgiveness effulgent
miracle of mercy
 
come
 
To cross come
clean in the coming
cauterized
A new babe bright in the burning

Without the death

Without the death there would be no Pentecost
 
Without the death there would be no Spirit, filling the lungs with every language known to man
 
Without the death there would be no Spirit, gently holding us in her mother's arms
 
For without the death there would have been
no garden full of Angels
no gardener speaking the word
no Emmaus and the breaking of bread
no Peter pleading 'Yes Lord, you know that I love you!'
 
Without the death they would be no
Paul writing to Romans
there would be no
Christians thrown to the Lions
there would be no
Constantine and his holy empire
there would be no
Francis and his preaching to birds
there would be no
Luther hammering the door
there would be no
Wilberforce stopping the traffic
there would be no
Revival in backstreet churches
there would be no
King denouncing the racists
there would be no
Church of n
 
Without the death we would be alone
There would be no Spirit filling our hearts
There would be no songs filling our lungs
There would be nothing but death and the long loneliness.
Without that death on the cross
Who would we be?