Abba, Daddy

Abba, tell me what you felt like

when you lost your only son

Oh Abba

Rouault, The Crucifixion, 1920

tell me how it felt

when they arrested him that night

Tell me what you thought to see

your only son on trial

Did you turn your eyes away

as they flogged his back and sides?

Oh Abba

I know the slurs and mocking

must have driven you insane

Then they marched him up a little hill

with soldiers at his side

Could you bear to watch

his outstretched body

hung up on a tree?

Oh Abba

You heard the sounds of pounding

as they nailed his hands and feet

raised him up for all to see

in shame and agony

Daddy tell me what you felt that night

when you lost your only son

He kept his searching gaze

on You

til darkness

filled the land.

© Mark Ellis 2005

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