Look, you have given me but a hand's breadth or two of life, |
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And can it be there's reason to desire? But how could we who follow time's straight wire to all too common death begin to stow a concept of the endless timeless flow of love? Through this eternal glowing fire is He who is outside all time. Aspire can we to God, we mortals soon laid low? But too, it's He who comes to us, it's He who is true human born and who will share God's timeless love for all eternity. For us his humbled self He does not spare. So here at Calv'ry's foot, my lord, You fall, viewed by a cynic who now scorns for all. |
For Yahweh is angry with all the nations, |
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Our glaring sun nears noon. How goes the pain? It seems these members of your royal train give not to you their good respect but pan the thought of your divinely proffered plan. They prance to speed you on your kingly lane assuring you an earthly finite reign, and you so quick to sheol's depths they ban. The pensive me does wonder, oh mute lamb, since life is good, why be this paschal tool? You could have been the victorious ram and broke the yoke of Roman foreign rule. The world would hail you then as Caesar's God as o'er the broken souls your armies trod." |
for a blameless man hurried to their defense |
| by the good students of salacious war? For at the conquered are we so appalled and to the victor do our spirits soar. Life brings to all a hint of fame- installed for each a fleeting touch- so what then more have you to reach? But on you walk enthralled with martyrdom, and I would ask, what for? But oh, you cracked the shell that held my heart and crushed the pieces of my hardened fear, that I would know that love is who Thou art, the faithful shepherd who's forever near. For by the love of God this passion plays, And through it we shall live for endless days." © E. David |