Propitiation

Bowing low on bended knee
Sorrow's face mingles with dust
Channels from a land weeping
Saturate a robe that must

Be torn and rent and then forgot
For justice' might has surely wrought
A sentence swift and mean
Upon a fainting soul - Sudden vision

Seizes the eye defying grief and loss
Historical revelation showeth why
A tabernacle's curtain mightily was
Torn revealing holiness for us.

All earth quakes as rain falls
The eye then views the unforeseen
Sorrow rejoices and loudly exalts
The Holy of Holies is beckoning