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Lonely Man

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There he was, cursed, cast from his father's hand,
Betrayed, carried off for dead not quite as planned;
Blood bursting from his side, no life in him reside,
As he sat upon that hill, lonely man who loved us still.

All hell was in its glory, if any be, even there;
Satan screaming, victory, as if he even dare;
His demons smirking, laughing, oh so cruel;
A world possessed by them, left no man to fool.

The glorious streets of gold turn darkened pale,
And thunder roared on earth and vale;
Cherubim no longer sung, but tears were only wrung;
His Father up above, cried it is finished oh my love.

He lay there in the tomb as if, in earth's dreadful womb;
No song was heard, not even that a bird,
But in all the land, demons seemed to have their stand,
Even the devil roaring drooled, at all the blood that he had pooled.

Upon that hill death, he gave his final breath,
And in that grave, sin no longer we your slave;
With every scar, we can tell the world how great you are,
As you sat upon that hill, lonely man who loved us still.
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squibblyquill's avatar
"lonely man who loved us still" that's a very powerful image and one I return to in my own Christian faith. The cross is a kind of agony of estrangement from the ones we love, especially since in the very act of opening the heart it is met with violence and rejection. To be crucified with Christ for me is in the name of love to submit to that aspect of human reality and still commit to loving nonetheless.