Behold the man, the Lamb of God.
Suffering, redeeming, saving us all.
The chain broken,
the garden restored,
the veil ripped in two.
The great gates of heart opened
to what was,
to what is,
to what is yet to come.
Sword of death
so bent on destruction
now transformed
by each blow on the anvil
of innocence
of life laid down, not taken
diving down to halt
the great gears of judgement.
In his life finding death
so we in our death could find life.
Facing the evil one's grin,
bearing the weight of our sin.
Plough of life
in hands of the Great Farmer
tilling ground
so dusty, so fruitless
but now transformed
now yielding a great harvest.
Ground made fertile
by water and blood
coming forth from his side.
Now deep asleep and pierced,
prepared to bring forth his bride.
Having rested on the seventh day
the darkness of the tomb gave way.
For the light of love was too strong
in death and darkness to belong.
Now the new week has begun
with the rising of the Righteous One.
The world would find itself anew,
if only hearing so it knew.
Ready your hearts,
for all has been prepared.
Behold, the wedding feast of the Lamb.
Suffering, redeeming, saving us all.
The chain broken,
the garden restored,
the veil ripped in two.
The great gates of heart opened
to what was,
to what is,
to what is yet to come.
Sword of death
so bent on destruction
now transformed
by each blow on the anvil
of innocence
of life laid down, not taken
diving down to halt
the great gears of judgement.
In his life finding death
so we in our death could find life.
Facing the evil one's grin,
bearing the weight of our sin.
Plough of life
in hands of the Great Farmer
tilling ground
so dusty, so fruitless
but now transformed
now yielding a great harvest.
Ground made fertile
by water and blood
coming forth from his side.
Now deep asleep and pierced,
prepared to bring forth his bride.
Having rested on the seventh day
the darkness of the tomb gave way.
For the light of love was too strong
in death and darkness to belong.
Now the new week has begun
with the rising of the Righteous One.
The world would find itself anew,
if only hearing so it knew.
Ready your hearts,
for all has been prepared.
Behold, the wedding feast of the Lamb.
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