Here's a hymn. Not sure it's finished - not happy with switch to first person in final verse. Critique happily received (very new to this).
It fits with any common metre tune - maybe one of these: Worcester, Moravia, Martyrdom, Manoah, Leicester, Faith, Dundee, Dunfermline, Crimond, Cheshire. Burford, Bradford. Belmont
The glory of the bloodied God
His fruitfulness in shame
Stooped lower than all men have trod
In torment in the flame
The writhing worm, disjointed dry
Rejected from His birth
Thrust groaning into Satan's sky
Accursed by heaven and earth
Hell's blackest cloak enfolds with death
From Pinnacle to pit
To choke the Source of Living Breath
Extinguish all that's lit
The Mighty Man at war cries out
It echoes ‘gainst the sky
Resounding as a futile shout
Within a victory cry
Creation torn from Head to toe
His body out of joint
The Rock that splits is split in two
Creation to anoint
Our Jonah hurled as recompense
Into abysmal depths
The beast that swallows Innocence
Is swallowed by His death
Divine appeasing blood poured out
Divinely pleasing scent
While man appraises with his snout
Declares it death's descent
Crowned in curse, enthroned on wood
My God nailed to the tree
The reigning blood, that cleansing flood
Is opened up for me.
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Very good, Glen! I think the first person is fine, it personalizes it . . . it must be the pietist in me ;-).
we've all got pietists in us. the trouble is when we go looking for them! ;-)
;-)