Dignity
Defiled by desire;
Chastity
Craved frenzy fire...
Certified Satyr!

His unique style
Formed my elementary;
But those thou art,
Some coveted like adultery.

For him was coined
A word more like idolatry;
Just to worship him
In the altar of bardolatry.

Roman agonizing nails pierced Christ to the cross...
As blood of covenant dribbled down thorn-crowned head,
Scourged ripped skin bled from creation's Source,
His parched thirsty throat was wetted with vinegar instead...

Most excruciating was our Saviour's agony and pain!
Abandoned by His own Father for men's sins He willingly bore;
Yet six times spoke He all words of grace most fain...
In the sixth hour darkness befell the earth and for three more.

Noon sun became dark as The Light started to dim;
In the midst, the veil of the Holy of holies was torn apart...
And the precious Lamb of God, these torments' grim
No longer could bear; as He descended into death's path.

Then for the seventh time cried He with a very loud voice,
"Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit", He bowed and slept;
Then gave up His ghost, as the finished work of His choice...
And the host of heaven and earth witnessed His death and wept.

Even unto death, Jesus entrusted His Spirit unto God...
The Father mourned His Son as His mother and also His friends;
Onlookers smote their *******,the centurion gloried The Lord,
But Christ death and grave's tale wasn't how His passion will end.

O’ Gethsemane! Thou garden of grief,
That sanctum of solitude and sorrow;
Whence once I knelt by stone to seek relief
From anguish sore, that burned to the marrow.

In pain so grave this cup I wished away;
Yet like a lamb, to Father’s will, I bowed...
Sweat like stream of blood, dripped that night most gray;
Despite fears, I embraced my cup as vowed.

Disappointed by friends in time of need,
Betrayed with kiss most warm that sealed my fate;
Mean men seized and led me like thief in chain,
All my friends fled in fret for faded faith....

As Lamb of God, myself, I submitted;
To men I love, still me, they rejected.

I've always thought
Love eventually ends up,
Ripping hearts apart
And shredding souls to pieces;
But wrong I was...
You picked up my tatters,
Stitch every bit back
Into a colorful rainbow
And made me an evidence of love.

She's like thoughts exhaled through the mouth,
Within her breath exhalts the power of life and death;
That she can heal and also hurt is a fact no doubt,
And once spoken she forever exist and never will fret;
As life and spirit even in realms beyond this earth.

Thus, bridle your tongue lest she spits out fire,
Too monsterous to quench over your convicted soul;
Instead before you speak think twice and aspire,
That all your words be seasoned with salt as a whole;
To bless and never to curse should be your goal.