who has struck you, christ

the scourging and beating
cutting deep in his skin
ripping muscle and tissue
from this son of god

who has struck you, christ

carrying the burden of wood
his final instrument of torture
upon his raw quivering back
up the hill up the hill

who has struck you, christ

the mocking the taunting
such vile and hate
kill him kill him kill him
the mouths spit vile curses

who has struck, you christ

at the top of the hill
the cross laid on the ground
with his hands and his feet tied
they drive the nails through

who has struck you, christ

his cry and his agony
as the iron holds him fast
they pick up the cross
it drops with a jolt in the hole

who has struck you, christ

his members disjointed
the tendons separating
he struggles to take a breath
such thirst for a drink

who has struck you, christ

sour vinegar extended
father forgive them he whispers
as they divide his garments
like ravenous dogs

who has struck you, christ

into thy hands
then the yield of his spirit
the soldiers sword
draws blood and water

who has struck you, christ

the earth quakes violent
the temple curtain is rent
the earth dark now groans
at the passing of it’s creator

who has struck you, christ

as saints dead and gone
now roam alive in the city
oh, the anguish fills my heart
as i realize the folly of my ways

it was my sin that struck you, oh christ

he’s alive i have seen him
i plead for his forgiveness
he lovingly receives me
and calls me his own

who has struck you, satan