Easter specials…by Osalam Wosu 

YOUR BLOOD AS LIBATION 

In my waters, your hands 

you wash clean 

Feigning innocence to this 

horrible sin

The wolves cry loud

“crucify him! “

Your clothes in the sun does glitter 

but your mind’s light is dim

To the Son of man that standeth 

before thee

Bruised and beaten but by whose chains 

we are made free
Your once clean hands now seem

 red as blood

That little bowl you washed in

now holds a flood

But fear not; a tool in Prophecy’s hands 

you are, mighty Pontius

So by this man’s death sin may burn away

in the flame of the righteous 

An annulment of iniquity to 

all those who believe 

A second and eternal life so even 

the dead may live
On the third day, risen you are 

Oh!  Rose of Sharon

Behold! how women with casks of frankincense do run

The glow of your face 

They can barely behold

Testament to prophesies that have

been long foretold 

“Eloi Eloi… lama sabbachthani “ now a forgotten story

As the angelic host await your ascent in glory

Death’s stronghold has been dealt a great blow

So through the crevices from on high

Living waters may flow
Through the holes in your hands

We behold our salvation 

And our calling to paradise as God’s own nation

Sidestepping the assault of 

eternal damnation

We welcome the comforter with your blood poured….as libation
PROPHECY’S TREE

Of all trees that graced Israel

 most blessed 

Blessed with a curse

 to carry the weight of a man

Of all men that walked the earth

 most righteous 

Righteously imbued

 with the sins of this world 
Birthed in hay

 and cradled in a pen

The moonlight songs of angels 

through a cold night did ring

of the advent of a star whose light 

through the ages would shine

The Son of Man dies for a life free of sin for mankind 

Elevated with shame with a thorny crown and spilled blood

Blood shed on the cursed land so rivers pure

 in our hearts would flood
The sky has flooded

 with a gray visage

The earth has rumbled

 in a sorrowful cry 

Roman armour is no shield against the mournful dark that has encompassed Calvary The second in the trinity

 has been crucified 

Stripped of dignity

Laid bare for all to see and mock

The prophecies will come to pass

Though he be kept in the belly of a rock
Alas! Death has been swept aside 

on the third glorious day

Like a haystack in open fields 

swayed back and forth 

on a stormy day

Women,  set aside your ointments 

For life hath bloomed 

in the midst of death

Clothed in preeminence 

our saviour is risen 

Your resurrection leaves on my lips 

nothing but praising
Of all trees that graced the earth 

most favoured 

Dejected, rejected 

From gracing the lavish halls of sinful kings 

Only to be chosen to fulfil the prophecy 

Of our Saviour, Jesus Christ, the king of kings.

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