For though He faces a difficult death
He looks now back at long history
And casts His eye to the future soon
As He makes a way free, opportune
Hanging patiently on that tree
He will gladly give up His last breath
For though the pit looks sordid, grim,
He does not fear the dark, the pain
Shrinking not from the cruelty of its awful kiss
He enters into the fastness of that abyss
Knowing that love will raise Him up again
For no predatory embrace can hold Him
And there will be a victory undiminished
No more crying, no more doubt
On our behalf the Father to entreat
A perfect work full and complete
Angels rejoicing with a shout
When at last He says, “It is finished!”
MDC July 2021
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