A Song Of Winter And Spring: Poetry depicting heartbreak And happiness

Good friday

This the day,
The day you poared it out
Crimson colored love
Your desire was to know us deeper
You paved the way with blood
a crimson flowing stream
by it you would redeem
all humanity.

The fragrance of love
is copper scented
The fragrance of love
is more devine than this
It lingers in the air
Cleanses us of sin
makes us whole again
It heals,
breaks chains,
Calms fear, and all anxiety

Skin was torn from limb
crown twisted on your brow
But from it flowed the streams
that give us new life now

I find it all together
agony so beautiful
love has no bounds
It has no prejudice

Gentle and mild
Yet powerful enough
I see it now
I remember always

In the whisper, and agonized
wheeze of your breath
You say, "I love you.
Don't you see I love you?"

He told them over and over
as they ground Him to the sand

Nailed Him to a bloody cross
and pierced His gentle hands

His tears were not from pain
but from a broken heart

He wished to give them everything
new, a brand new start

But as He cried out, "Father, they know not what they do!"

The strangled cry of their insolence
screamed, "Crucify you!"

"Save yourself and come on down,
Show us who you are!"

As His bloodshot eyes beheld
their evil, wicked sneers
He turned his face towards heaven
and shouted for all to hear.
"It is, Finished"

He showed over and over
And even then He prayed
Hoped that they would listen
and turn to Him one day