Post by geofftwigg on Apr 7, 2014 17:15:10 GMT
Christus Victor
More scorned and scarred than when He came
A pinned exhibit on a tree
The Son of Heaven and Lord of earth
Divorced from both in agony
Cut off from God by human sin
Abandoned by His frightened friends
Love’s final tender Word, on whom
Creation’s every breath depends
So cold the nails that pierce His hands
Tear skin and bones and worlds apart
Sin-poisoned thorns and shocking spear
Which probe and test and break His heart.
None sharper than the mocking tongues
Which praise then raise then bring Him down
Barbs guilty shame and fear have formed
Hate-woven in a cruel crown
The struggle done, blood stops, doubts flow;
Wan, wondering spectators leave
And Pharisees to worship go
Few care, none knows what to believe.
What fight this single scout has fought!
What prize is won, what crimes He’ll clear!
Rich ransoms this poor King has bought,
Who dies in lonely exile here.
(Geoff Twigg)
More scorned and scarred than when He came
A pinned exhibit on a tree
The Son of Heaven and Lord of earth
Divorced from both in agony
Cut off from God by human sin
Abandoned by His frightened friends
Love’s final tender Word, on whom
Creation’s every breath depends
So cold the nails that pierce His hands
Tear skin and bones and worlds apart
Sin-poisoned thorns and shocking spear
Which probe and test and break His heart.
None sharper than the mocking tongues
Which praise then raise then bring Him down
Barbs guilty shame and fear have formed
Hate-woven in a cruel crown
The struggle done, blood stops, doubts flow;
Wan, wondering spectators leave
And Pharisees to worship go
Few care, none knows what to believe.
What fight this single scout has fought!
What prize is won, what crimes He’ll clear!
Rich ransoms this poor King has bought,
Who dies in lonely exile here.
(Geoff Twigg)