We took Christ off the Cross
By Wilma Kenny
Where we had let Him hang
A barbed crown pressing
Ever down
Ever down
Ever down
Tenderly you and I
Laid Him down
Laid Him down
Laid Him down
Cleaned His wounds red flaming
Raw with dirty rags found at the
Side of our thoughts and deeds
Still He bleeds
Still He bleeds
Still He bleeds
I tried to heal the holes in His feet
with goodness
To fill the gaping hole in His side
with prayer
to kiss away the holes in His hands
with Love
Still He bleeds
Still He bleeds
Still He bleeds
Next you tenderly removed the crown
embedded deep into His brow. You said
it
would ease the pain you held inside
you
Still we bleed
Still we bleed
Still we bleed
We threw ourselves onto
His body broken by man’s
Rage.You said there is
No way out
No way out
No way out
I felt a hand on my shoulder a
Light touch, a faint breath of
warmth encircling our loneliness
I love you
I love you
I love you
Christ said.
We heard these words
turned and saw Him
scarred but standing
Take my hand
Take my
hand
Take my hand
Slowly we touched the holes
Placed our Hands in His
Placed our lives with Him.
It was us who needed Life
Who needed Him to wipe
Away our bleeding tears.
He is risen
He is risen
He is risen
Wilma is a Christian from Belfast N.I.
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