5,480 (How Many Know?)

Paul Lisney

FIVE THOUSAND FOUR HUNDRED-EIGHTY
(HOW MANY KNOW?)

Nobody knows, nobody knows the pain You suffered
No one can know, can truly know the pain You suffered
The pictures show You hanging from The Cross
No marks but the five wounds, but that’s not the way it was
How many know you were covered from the soles of Your feet to the crown of Your head?
Covered with wounds, bleeding, not an inch of You free from torment
How many know?

Five thousand four hundred-eighty
Five thousand four hundred-eighty
Five thousand four hundred-eighty blows You suffered.

For those who ask, He gives a glimpse of His bitter Passion
Reveals the fear, the anguish and pain before His Crucifixion
He condescended to come in human form
He chose to suffer knowing all He would endure
And how many know of The Garden, when He saw all the sins of the world He would bear?
How Our Lord and Savior was taunted, shown all throughout time who never would care
How many know?

Five thousand four hundred-eighty…

Centuries ago a child asked You of Your Passion
A favored soul, You spoke to her of Your Crucifixion
Saint Bridget knelt before Your Crucifix in Rome
These prayers I give to you if you wish to honor My wounds
Insulted, struck and beaten, never was there pain like unto Thine
Crushed with blows of The Scourging, then Crowned with Thorns till the blood filled Your eyes
The Cross tore the flesh of Your shoulder, You felt the pain You saw in Your Mother’s eyes
Enraged, they stretched Your body, separating Your bones as they pulled from all sides
How many know?

Five thousand four hundred-eighty..
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(C) 2000 Paul Lisney 1/25/00 to 1/28/00