*Image created using AI, September 2024

In the cool, blue haze of the evening,
where shadows dance with memories,
a man steps forth, cloaked in love,
a rhythm in his heart, a melody above.

He walks the ancient paths of sorrow,
each step a note in a divine song,
a tune that echoes through the ages,
whispering of grace, of righting wrongs.

Listen, child, to the hum of the universe,
a symphony born of sacred blood,
poured out like wine, rich and full,
a sacrifice, the final flood.

On a hill, the world turned dark,
the sky wept tears of holy rain,
as nails bit deep, the wood embraced,
the lamb who bore our endless pain.

The beat of hammers, a somber cadence,
each strike a pulse in the grand design,
His body broken, His spirit soaring,
love poured out, pure and divine.

Notes linger, sweet and low,
in the hush of dawn’s first light,
the stone rolled back, the tomb now empty
death conquered by His glorious might.

Feel the rhythm of redemption’s song,
a sacrifice that set us free,
Jesus, the final chord of grace,
a melody of eternity.

So let your soul sway with the Savior’s tune,
in the quiet moments, hear His call,
the ultimate gift, the greatest love,
in His embrace, we rise, we fall.

In the heart of the gospel, the tune resounds,
a story told in every sigh,
Jesus, our eternal refrain,
the final sacrifice, the reason why.