A Tortured Sight (Cover)

I stumbled to the hill, my breath was stone,

The world bore witness, but I was alone.

The air was thick, the ground was cursed,

The heavens screamed as the blameless thirsted.

I saw the nails as they kissed His skin,

Each strike a hymn to the weight of sin.

Blood like rivers from a sacred well,

Flowing to drown the gates of hell.

His face, torn but resolute,

Eyes like fire, though crushed, absolute.

The crowd, a storm of rage and scorn,

As the flesh of God was bruised and torn.

This is the Lamb, crushed and marred,

Bearing the wrath we deserved so hard.

Through splinters and iron, His soul was splayed,

Love eternal, through pain displayed.

The whip, laced with bone, it tore His spine,

A king's blood spilled to make us divine.

The crossbeam groaned with the weight of grace,

As the Father turned from His Son’s face.

I heard Him cry, a voice that cracked,

"My God, My God!" The sky turned black.

The earth convulsed, the heavens quaked,

Creation trembled at what was staked.

"It is finished!" tore the silence apart,

A cry that shattered death's black heart.

The spear pierced deep, the crimson poured,

Hope and anguish in equal accord.

But the veil fell like a shattered sky,

And I knew, at last, why He had to die.

This is the Lamb, crucified,

Pierced by nails, yet glorified.

The wounds that screamed, the blood that bled,

The Savior who rose when all seemed dead.

I still see the cross in my dreams,

Its shadow falls, its mercy streams.

I watched Him die; I felt Him rise,

And now His fire burns in my eyes.

Forever scarred, yet forever whole,

The price He paid to ransom my soul.