In a garden,
Shielded by the cool of night,
You writhed, distraught, in pain
Grimacing in desperation
You cried out for sweet relief
And fell upon your face in tears
From your eyes surged
Majesty
Upon your back they forced a cross
And as you fought beneath it
Heart raging inside your chest,
Head pounding,
Skin baking in the scorching sun,
You fell and upon the sand rained
Majesty.
Upon your head they placed a crown
And from your scalp there appeared
Majesty.
In your right hand they placed a nail
In your left appeared one matching
And from your hands poured
Majesty.
And in your feet, your precious feet,
Which bore you through your search
Another nail was given.
And from your feet drained
Majesty.
Your body, the dwelling place of God,
A humble living temple.
Thrown in utter disarray
As the violent rending of your body
Drove your pain to fever pitch
Majesty.
