From the Christian Storyteller

From "The Day I Was Crucified", by Gene Edwards

"FATHER, CREATION SPRANG FORTH FROM MY HAND

I FASHIONED THE STARS

I ROUTED THE HEAVENS IN THEIR LONG RUN

EVEN AS THEY VAULTED ACROSS THE CHANDELIERS OF THE SKY

THEY REFLECTED MY GLORY

I SCATTERED THE IRON IN THE STRATA OF THE EARTH

I BROUGHT FORTH THE TREES

THAT THEY MIGHT ROBE THE EARTH IN EMERALD GREEN

UPON THAT TREE I NOW COME

TO END OLD ADAM'S RACE

AND BRING CREATION TO ITS LAST PAGE

DEATH, CONFINED BY ME WITHIN YOUR CAGE

SOON TO COME FORTH IN HELL'S OWN RAGE

ONE FINAL SIP OF THE FROTHING CUP AND RECEIVE SIN'S FINAL WAGE!"

"OH, FATHER, SINCE MY ARRIVAL UPON THIS TERRESTRIAL BALL I HAVE DWELT IN THE CONFINES OF FRAIL HUMANITY. EXTEND TO ME SUSTAINING GRACE EVEN AS DEATH CRIES OUT TO BE RELEASED FROM HIS CHAINS."

"FATHER, MINGLE MY TEARS WITH YOUR OWN."