Detecting Incense
In clanging armor, flaunting pride
In sync, they marched...Romans in stride
Swords dangling, bloody; shields held low
As through their city gates, they glowed
Victoriously!
In rattling chains, their captives dragged...
On, weary, wounded--two groups flagged
Bearing the incense of their fate
The scent of death or life of slaves
Ominously!
Scourged and bloody, Jesus stumbled
Shameful cross upon him straddled
The stench of our sins and their death
Permeating his every step
With agony!
But then the veil, it tore in two
Rich incense from the altar blew
Into a dying world of night
To fragrance with renewing life!
Inspiring me!
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