Compassion - consumed, love knelt, served and died,

Did not withdraw from our railing - we raged at his perfection...

Flayed... his blood scarleted the dust from which he had moulded us.

He perished - impaled - suspended against a violent sky

For love’s sake.

Plunged into the hellish void,

He shattered the shackles of the grave,

Crushed its power by the force of the Father’s hand,

And rose to justify those by whom he had been slain...

That we, who murdered perfection might kneel, serve and live -

For Love’s sake.