How could a crown equal cross and nails?
I still see the beauty.
It seemed the divine had truly failed;
I still see the beauty.
With all the blood beneath the core;
I still see the beauty.
With all the foolishness, there could be no more;
I still see the beauty.
Ridicule, tears and pain
Ground soaked by stain
Voices hoarse, curse his name
Brokenness of body and frame
I still see the beauty.
Grasping for air as body sinks;
I still see the beauty.
Of wrath endured no one can speak;
I still see the beauty.
A cry echoes loud that day;
I still see the beauty.
Questions follow within the shame;
I still see the beauty.
Forgiveness, life and joy
Unspeakable, there stands no ploy
Soul is stilled, serenity
New creation provided for humanity
I now taste the beauty.
I now drink the beauty.
I now dance the beauty.
I now sing the beauty.
I still see the beauty.
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