Hung, Laid, Raised

Hung, Laid, Raised 

Hung, on the tree 
A world full of transgressions
Hung,  nailed with a crown of thorns
For the generations to the end 
His body hung
When he took his last breath

Laid, his body in the tomb
His soul condemned
Laid,  wrapped in linen and spices
The world's nations freedom
On his shoulders

Raised, three days later
He showed death 
Raised,  triumph and grace
A story to be told
To every generation till the end


 

Author's Note

Finished: 6-3-12

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A short version. A great man died for our sins and is not forgotten. Thank you for the poem.
Coyote