Visions
Behold the Man
In this vulture haunted
Place of the Skull,
see how He hangs in agony
by His nail pierced hands.
The sun's eye hidden in shame
that these healing hands
stretched out in love
should be so
stretched out in hate
by those whose
twisting of truth
is more cruel
than the spear in his side
or the searing, twisting,
torture of the cross,
and these healing, loving, gentle hands
blasphemed by the rusty iron nails
tearing into the flesh!
And even these crude soldiers
whose foul, cursing mouths
dishonor their own heathen gods
as they cast lots for
His one poor garment
whose vinegar and gall was, at that,
A certain rough kindness,
even they would not call their work
an act of compassion!
Ecce Homo.
Behold the Man!
Risen triumphant.
and in agony till He comes again.
Place of the Skull,
see how He hangs in agony
by His nail pierced hands.
The sun's eye hidden in shame
that these healing hands
stretched out in love
should be so
stretched out in hate
by those whose
twisting of truth
is more cruel
than the spear in his side
or the searing, twisting,
torture of the cross,
and these healing, loving, gentle hands
blasphemed by the rusty iron nails
tearing into the flesh!
And even these crude soldiers
whose foul, cursing mouths
dishonor their own heathen gods
as they cast lots for
His one poor garment
whose vinegar and gall was, at that,
A certain rough kindness,
even they would not call their work
an act of compassion!
Ecce Homo.
Behold the Man!
Risen triumphant.
and in agony till He comes again.
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Behold the Man
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