AtonementO Lord my God
How long have I marveled
At the work of Your hands,
The beauty of this world
Of all the souls You have born
You steal my breath
As I be still and know
That I am truly alive and will always be
By Your very hands, my God,
The hands of the Artist
Who composed the universe.
So many distractions get in the way
Of my destined adoration
Your artwork has been marred
Torn by the very hands of those
To whom You gave Your art
As a gift of friendship.
So often the moon
Passes before the Sun
Blocking out the light
Of the loving care of Your hands
In Your world, O God.
We lose sight of all the good
Of the eternal and ineffable beauty
Of Your love.
Our bodies groan with hunger and desperation
We feel alone in this cosmos, surrounded by endless shadow
Doomed to nothingness, now and forever
This fear overshadowing the love of our Creator
That in our hearts can never die.
We seem so hopeless here in this fallen world
So forsaken and alone
We cry out for help, for
The Lord has risen alleluia...There above a valley high
where great light was bound and crucified
upon a wooden post there lay
unblemished lamb so clean but slain
His countenance astounds the beacon of the sun
whose rays cannot be as He the Son...
Whose royalty and sovereign rank
made humble and low for sake of man...
The fields were dulled with stains of spring
whose imprints left where they were treading
the grass so green and so robust
crown of glorious emerald and gold
the sun swept off the last speck of dust
of night where it slept, swept away the last speck of dust
o how the wine had spilled away
and how the white had mingled with the red bouquet
smelled like Frankincense
smelled like myrrh
smelled like wine all three in fervour
they twisted and etched itself and bound
smelled all three ...all three smells I smelled...
The lamb so meek and humble creature
laid so still in the pasture
its head rested upon a rood
surrounded with flowers upon its woollen head
his eyes had blinked and then it made a soft and gent