broken has never
sounded more beautiful
in my entire life.
…it wasn't until
the world heard the clash
of hammers against rusted
nails…
piercing an innocent man's wrists
(his heart worked harder to keep him alive.)
but his lovely crown
grew thorns
engraving my sin on the flesh of his
face…
his soft blush turned to a scarlet
with the blood
trickling slowly down his face
…his body was crying
for me…
and everyone, everywhere
"King of the Jews"
but he was king of the world
and sacrifice
was defined in a new way.
broken became a
symbol of life and salvation
broken became gorgeous…
…and the sound of the
hammers against
the innocent flesh and rusted nails
still
reverberates through my heart.
yes, broken has
never sounded so beautiful
in my entire life.