The Tenth Station

Jesus is stripped of his garments

Here's a world of cruelty and steel —
Where else could the innocent be stripped
And not arouse a terror of the angels —
In what prison is their justice kept?

Come and help Him Michael, Gabriel,
The cross is seated in the earth, the nails
Were sharpened in the factories of hell,
Their justice is corruption and blackmail

Less gall for Him, he needn't drink the cup,
Bitterness is theirs but not His own —
He offers innocence to the corrupt,
Garments of a single piece unsewn

While the dice are cast to satisfy
Some petty greed, the Christ prepares to die

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