He was fully aware that the plot was concieved, and the angels grieved. The son of Perdition had lied, and the angels cried. He struggled alone as his comrads slept, and the angels wept. He was beaten, mocked, and scorned, and the angels mourned. Condemned to die by two theives, and the angels grieved. Adorned with a crown of thorns, and the angels mourned. He struggled for strength to take each step, and the angels wept. He was nailed to a cross, and crucified, and the angels cried. Prophysey fulfilled, his promise was kept, and the angels wept. Father, why have you forsaken me? he cried, and an angel sighed. Our blessed savior had died, and the angels cried. On the third day he was raised, and the angels gave praise.

By Karen Templin