of stone, chiseled in pain,
by waving palms.
in anguish, quiet in abuse,
prayer that forever calms.
exposed, flesh torn to shreds,
of some embraced hearts.
towers stand, but guilty freed,
a lone light causes the darkness to part.
hoard, and slandering names,
falsely accused stands on silent lips.
more cheers, no more feasts,
of blood filled by ceaseless drips.
to heights, crowned in thorns,
Father turns from the Son.
agony’s grip, death soon comes,
Jesus Christ speaks, “It is done.”
of stone, laid to rest,
fleshly body disposed to doom.
lamp is snuffed, a life now gone,
is placed inside a tomb.
away stone, and folded cloth,
Savior rose up from the grave.
sing, and witnesses tell,
Christ is no longer where He was laid.
done, victory’s won,
and Son merge in perfection.
Calvary’s tree, the sinner’s set free,
Jesus reigns at the Faithful’s final collection.
Floods Of Stone by Ronhales Psalm 94:16