Broken by torture, by scourge, by abuse –
Taunted by mocking, by spit, by rebuke –
Laden with burdens, with sorrow, with care –
Bleeding in bruises, in thorns, in despair.
Risen by morning, by dawn, by daybreak –
Haunting the garden, He couldn’t forsake
The women who went, the quick nor the dead –
He ransomed the children of Eden from dread.
(20 April 2009, Provo, Utah)
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