my God on a tree

Wood, steel, flesh,
lifted higher until standing straight.
My God nailed to a tree
And my heart starts to break.

I look down & see
Blood-stained hands
Red as death
Dark as night.

Oh Jesus!
My God
Your blood is on my hands
For I put you on that cross.

With every pride, every lust, every doubt
I put you on that cross
Oh Jesus
I’m covered in your blood.

but
Oh Great mercy,
I’m covered in your blood!
I’m washed clean;
There’s breath in my lungs!

Your blood defines me,
In you I am safe,
King Jesus, my all
I trust in you all my days.

\ lea / 

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