In the shops where they sell
Irredeemable grief
And shattered lives
There is blood everywhere –
Running down the porn
And spattered on the walls
Blood for pimps and prostitutes
And the tired sad old men.
They do not see the battle or the blood
Nor the sheltering body
Lashed and slashed for them.
Here as everywhere,
His death is certain.
It is the price that love demands
Paid in full..
When the day dawns,
He will come here
And Skid Row, and Auschwitz,
And Jonestown, and Ruanda
The Abortion clinics, Slave ships ……
First
With his trumpets and singers
Saxophones and midis
Jugglers, acrobats and dancers
All intoxicated with life
Rocking and rolling with joy
Handing out cans of Good News
And God’s-Eternal-Love bubbly.
Then
Oh then, they will know.
They will all know.
He paid their ransom with his blood.
My! O my!
There’s going to be some knee-bowing
And glory-giving
On that day!