The soldiers have all gone home

The fickle jeering crowd too

After it has its day

Even evil gets tired

And needs to rest

The blood spatter

Is everywhere

The thorny crown

Piercing spear

Divided clothes

Our shadows truly

Taller than our souls

But not as tall

As the three crosses

That loom large

On history’s horizon

The long awaited transformation

We yearn for arrives

Water into wine

Sins forgiven

Hope renewed

Faith rewarded

Reconciliation

Of heaven and earth

The first flickers

Of eternal light

And everlasting glory