Not For Sale

Light: This one is not for sale 

So sail, to the yonder

Darkness: But see, he wanders 

Light: That's why I'm awesome wonder

So ponder longer, he's coming out stronger 

 Me: Permission for trial was granted

I took his mission for granted 

Hunted; by the cravings of my flesh

Lusted; my eyes was off the price

Busted; my pride got me arrested 

"Go to Jail", sin decided my fate

but not my faith

Like the poor man, I cried and the Lord heard me

and delivered me from all my troubles 

 This is too much a price 

Making me His prize

His death was done

My debts forgone

Salvation victory's won

Scarlet Robe

Royal shame! Oxymoron's ego couldn't have been 

better massaged at that instant.

Selfie's shutter clicked; capturing the: thorny crown, 

staff and scarlet robe adorning his ripped flesh.

Picture was not saved in the Hosanna folder but that 

of Scorn; hash tagged - King of the Jews.

They staged the mock, led Golgotha's walk and executed 

the one mocked with the scarlet robe.

Torn curtains, broken tombs, the dead rose even the earth quaked 

at the very moment he yielded his spirit.

Witnessing the precedent of things that surpasses that of all kings, 

they became terrified and testified...

"Surely he was the son of God!"

Recruited by execution into the heavenly army, he led captivity captive, 

alive in the grave his death brought us life.

"Surely he wasn't just the son of God, He is the son of God"