03 Apr Thy Will Be Done (The Crucifixion)
Forgive, Father, they know not their device,
By ev’ry nail and stripe and word of grief.
Amen, I say, we go to Paradise,
He plunders strong men as a fellow thief.
Mother, thy son; disciple, mother Mary,
On eagle-wings be borne to wisdom-throne.
My God, My God, why’ve You forsaken Me,
A sparrow perched on house-top all alone.
I thirst; ensued a silent, breathless beat,
Our horrid cup of bitter dregs to taste.
Thy will be done, indeed, it is complete,
Kings can pardon, but One dies in our place.
Father, I give My spirit back to Thee,
We murdered God, the proof nailed to the tree.