Sorrow for Tormented

Upward, All Saved Levitate, Downward, Unsaved Gravitate

Sorrow for Tormented
By Arley Steinhour 081215

Praise's, to You, God, who Loves so True,
Yet, like our trash, we Sacrificed You,
That, 'One man need die, to save a Nation,'
The One, who accomplished All Creation.

While sealing our fate, by dastardly deed,
You paid the Sin Price, to redeem the 'weed,'
Many Graves opened, the moment you died,
As earth, quaked, Veil rent, yet, very few cried.

When you arose, the dead arose, and were espied,
First, of 'dead,' to overcome, starting Your Holy Bride,
After explaining, to Mary Mag., reason 'not to touch,'
You presented 'self,' and resurrected Your Holy Clutch.

We Praise You, for Paying Redemption Price, for our Sin,
Without You Paying 'Death Judgment, we couldn't win,
And, forever would be sentenced to the Lake of Flame,
Those, who end there, know, You remember their Name.

Tormented, refused Your Love, nor would confide,
All, can see the other, but, not cross Deep Divide,
You're coming, soon, for the rest of Church/Bride,
Then pour out your Wrath, where no one can Hide.

We Pray that you strengthen our witness,
To find all, that's searching for Bridal Forgiveness,
May you Reward, Church, for the witness of You,
But, even then, we know, True witnesses are Few.

AMEN