Lama Sabacthani

WINE OF SPIRIT OUTPOURING
BY A SANGUINE GOD'S STRIPES
IN BODY FOR MY SIN, WHEEZING
TO COMMAND MY ASH TO LIGHTS
SIN-BORN MISERY LEFT A MARK
BY THE PAIN OF HIS OLD CROSS
SCAR LEFT ON PALMS OF GLORY
CROWN OF ANGUISH, SIN & LOSS 
PLEAS OF PRAYER TO A FATHER 
ALOUD SO THEY GET TO HIS EAR 
AS A SON THOUGHT OF HIS CALL 
TEAR THE SABLE WOOL OF FEAR 
PERFECT JESUS, HE TO SUFFER
OF A ROOT MADE FROM HIS FORM
A HELP PINNED TO PINEY LOGS
A GEM ETERNAL MET THE SCORN 
RAIN OF DOUBT, YET HE EKES ON 
'TIL THE SACRIFICE OF LAMBS
HELD FROM TOMB AT HOLY HOUR
EL DE'OT'S OWN ROARED FOR I AM 
HE'D STOOD FIRMLY ERE A TURN 
AS A GOAT TO RISEN GOD IN MAN 



Total Letters: 484
Put Letters Into 22x22 Matrix



Subtext: MY GOD, MY GOD, WHY HAST THOU FORSAKEN ME? WHY ART THOU SO FAR FROM HELPING ME, AND FROM THE WORDS OF MY ROARING? (Psalm 22:1)








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