The Curse

by Glenn Hall

We expected death and slaughter
but God gave grace instead;
all we knew was angst…
and fearful, deadly dread

The world does not deserve it
and neither do you, nor I;
the deeds we’ve done are evil,
the proud deserve to die

But mercy always triumphs
over judgment and all that’s worse
for God became a man
and became himself a curse

He humbled himself to death,
was hung upon a tree,
became a curse and sin itself
to bring new life to me

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