He did it for me

shoved down the narrow street in stark humiliation 

while every prod -of hand or whip- stings like fire and knives

on the back that no longer looks human, torn to ribbons and

forced to bear up the cross of shame, too heavy for words

since the weight is not of the wood alone- it's the world's too

stretched out on the planks, the ropes cutting in raw and deep

the strokes ring out, the screams ring out, the soldiers ring around

the foot of the crosses to divide the robes and watch as

people scream out and the body is racked with pain of two kinds

the sky begins to darken, the hours pass, the pain is surreal

and then it's time: the words are barely hear from the mouth

too disfigured to recognize  as the cry of agony pierces the air

the cry of the forsaken, the abandoned, the cursed

dies away as the sky falls black and the final words fall

as the spirit is yielded up and the work is finished

the last drops of crimson fall to the earth while the body droops

and the red stains seem to whisper from the parched dirt below

soaking in the love that grew where the blood fell

while the earth shakes and trembles and the dead are revived

and the last barrier is ripped away, torn from top to bottom

the mangled body is taken down, wrapped in linen strips

soaked with tears and spices, the very scent of hopelessness

carried away and laid in the rocky crevice of the earth

and sealed with a stone of finality's weight

but something changes in the morn, as the light overcomes and

with the dawn arrives the joy of the morning while the

mourning of night fades away into shock and hope

when, amid the tears, she hears the voice and looks up to see

the face of love looking back, the scars and marks erased 

by hope and the miracle of the beginning of the rest of time

tears flow out of the eyes that had seen death and given up

and the eyes that crushed death and rose up victorious

but they are tears of joy, and don't sting at all while 

bare feet pound on the dirt as they run to tell the miracle of life

when the scars and wounds are visible again, doubt dissolves

and faith is born to just one of many to come, but the scars

that were bore out of pure love, the only thing strong enough

to break the self inflicted bond of death and seperation

and while countless numbers will see the scars and believe

the biggest mystery is yet to be said, and that is the fact that

He did it for me

and consummatum est