“A rood I was raised up; and I held high The noble King, the Lord of heaven above. I dared not stoop. They pierced me with dark nails; The scars can still be clearly seen on me,
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In the middle of the world, in the centre Of the polluted heart of man, a midden; A stake stemmed in the rubbish
The dark nails pierce him and the sky turns black We watch him as he labours to draw breath He takes our breath away to give it back, Return it to its birth through his slow death.
Coptic Christians
XII Jesus dies on the cross The dark nails pierce him and the sky turns black We watch him as he labours to draw breath He takes our breath away to give it back, Return it to it’s birth through his slow death. We hear him struggle breathing through the pain Who once breathed out … Continue reading GOOD FRIDAY
GOLGOTHA by John Heath-Stubbs In the middle of the world, in the centre Of the polluted heart of man, a midden; A stake stemmed in the rubbish From lipless jaws, Adam’s skull Gasped up through the garbage: ‘I lie in the discarded dross of history, Ground down again to the red dust, The obliterated image. … Continue reading GOOD FRIDAY
CofE Network of Distinctive Deacons 