Canto VII. God is Dead
It is finished, He gave up His soul,
The wrath of God has taken its toll.
The darkness, risen dead, and earthquake,
The curtain torn – for this, who would not shake?
If it ended there, what more could be said?
The Son of God was weak and stayed dead.
Sin was not conquered; the disciples had fled.
Those He helped had all been misled.
God was not powerful; they laid Him in a tomb –
Might it have been better if He’d just stayed in the womb?
The Light has failed,
His glory has paled.
God is dead, and we have killed Him.
The disciples have fled, and they are in sin.
The world will perish; there’s no escape –
His blood was no better than the juice of a grape.
If the story ended there, it’d be a nightmare,
The events of the days would give all quite a scare.
We’ve dwelt on the sin and the terror and the pain,
But that’s not the end – for in death there is gain!
To live is Christ, and to die is gain.
This is the last canto of Crucifixion. I end it here as it is about the crucifixion and meditating more on His death than we normally do.