Holy Fruit of God: a Sacred Poem

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

Trans Solar World Battery image by Joe Haput CC BY-SA

Holy Fruit of God

Will that flesh forever be
Punctured with our villainy?
Will that wound still pierce the side
When he rules us, glorified?
Will that head which God adorns
Still crease display of the thorns?

His tortured back bore the cost,
Bore it while we yet were lost:
Betrayed, beaten, sorely hurt,
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