Stained

Moon Stained, He Glowed
His spirit alight
In the garden, He paid what was owed
On that still spring night.

Tear stained, He wept
Alone and unafraid
Sacred were the promises to be kept
A sinless sacrifice to be made.

Blood stained, He endured
Straining under the weight of our sins
Drinking of the bitter cup, un-demured
Uniting all men as kin.

Glory stained, He stood
Against the accusing hoard
Crucified, tormented, lots drawn in blood
To provide us a seat around the board.

Water stained, at baptism
We take upon His name
His sacrifice unites the schism
So once stained, one will never be the same.

Wrote 6/11/06