Passion Week

PIOUS

PASSION 

O my Jesus

Purple draped passion

The world ignores

What's not in fashion. 

The world ignores

Your stretched nailed limbs

Torn from the cross

As the Friday sun dims. 

Torn from the cross

For sins all mine

Blood crusted skin

Ripped flesh from your spine. 

Blood crusted skin

Rigormortized

Rigidity of death

Completely realized. 

Rigidity of death

Stiff and cold

Enclosed in a tomb

Rock stone could hold. 

Enclosed in the tomb

Then apocalyptic revelation -

Still petrifies Princes...

A pious priest's elevation!