Cruci-fix

Hard Medicine for a Hopeless Case

Now edited to include the whole thing and *bumped* to Easter Sunday

Cruci-fix

A springtime day; a windy hill:

A man had come to die.

Torture done, the crowd grew still:

He breathed out one last sigh.

Prince of life; Creator-Son--

Died on Calv’ry’s tree:

Lord of all creation,

Crucified for me!

Then all the shadowed sway of earth

Groaned aloud in pain--

That God, who came in humble birth,

Had died for mankind's gain.

Prince of life; Creator-Son--

Died on Calv’ry’s tree:

Lord of all creation,

Crucified for me!

But as the heav'ns in darkness raged

And oceans foamed and roared,

Christ, the Son, would not be caged,

So, from death's prison soared.

Prince of Life; Creator-Son:

Victorious, the battle's won.

©1993 David W Needham