i am the one they hung on a cross but i felt no pain and no sense of loss; i grew in the fields, that’s where i was born and i cannot be broken or torn.
i am the one who was sent and who sends Agape in the heart of my friends; the burning bush that has never gone out i am inside what i am without.
at the foot of the tree you find my form i am born out of the love of the storm; the son of the God that the eye cannot see but everything’s holy to me.
look for me when the sun goes down by the secret way leading out of the town; they dance in the fields and their dark locks toss - it looks good from up here on the cross!
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