"I will turn everything you love against you"
was the promise that would ensue
through the skin without sin
against His bone we would stone,
"who do you stretch out for?",
it teased and mocked,
as His eyes were barren,
"see, even God has left you,
go back to that waste of dirt Adam.
from which you came from son of man"
though even His own blood had left Him,
it would stain the ground forever,
for the skies soon revealed
the false threats and accusations,
and the earth eagerly swallowed a temple
of mans creation.
It was all there,
the evidence of His word,
wittingly abolished death and its hold,
revealing deep within Him,
the fathers own heart beating inside,
not a bone to be found
not a muscle to be torn
without finding Abba, Father,
entwined to His own,
Holy Ghost.
So there lay the answer, for He was never alone,
He hung there stretched out for your very own
embrace that would now know
to call these arms home.