Salvation’s cost
clings to my bones,
And pulses life into patches of dead flesh
That awakens with gasps
like resuscitated hearts.
Oh yes, the misery
of salvation;
Known by those
elected by God to bear burdens,
Bear burdens not
their own.
Sit and pray, we pray,
o God give us rest.
With blood drops
reddened from our creased brow
The load stretched
tall and wide; our brow
Loaded with
confusion and mourning the pain, o Lord,
How I shall bear
burdens, burdens
Heavy and pressing
of my brother, and let them break
My back--splintered
pieces of Evil’s price paid in full!
Send it direct upon
feeble shoulders.
Jesus, your gaping holes
are our hope.
And from these
marks of love and tears
Do I offer my back
to my brother.
To you my Lord,
place the weight, for
Grace is life.
For Jesus is me and you and
Upon my face,
with tears like wet agonies,
I desire none but You and he and she.
Bend oh back,
praise o heart, for I am
liberated from all coils of bondage,
And to your cross,
do I long, for You alone,
The burdens of my
brother
Shall I carry with
eyes upturned
Toward red wood,
red drops, and where tears
Of joy and sorrow are
betrothed,
Where my Lord, my
brother, the lashed,
Holds upon his
back, our burdens, evermore.
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