Jesu Cristo shivers at first light
His dreams? Of crucifixtion night
He says: “Not My will, but Thine be done “
As angry clouds blot out the sun
(Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?)
“My God…why hast thou forsaken Me?”
The thunder echoes His plaintive plea
The cat-of-nine, like lightning flies
And great drops of pain bleed from the sky
Magma spews from the earth's heart
As the very flesh of GOD is torn apart
The air itself weeps in shame
To bear witness to the Son of God's pain
This is Christ Himself who tosses in His sleep
On a waterbed, the sailor's deep
The world wonders, why this thing did You do?
On the wind, He whispers, "For -I- so loved…-you-!"