Lance Le Grys
my love is crucified
and bleeds
he dies with thieves
as is fit
for he dies a death
not his
is I am dead
yet live
my death
from me
is stolen
behold the thief
I crucify
that stole
my rightful death
and yet
what life now lives in me
but his
there is no greater
love
beneath
a crown
he bleeds
a crown
of thieves the
only crown
of love
who bleeds of wounds
not his
and gazing
how I burn
with love and loving
bleed
for I
undying love
in you
am crucified
