The Perfect Storm

The Barometric pressure dropped
Strom clouds were arising
all in heaven hushed and stopped
though foretold, t'was still surprising
The Maker of the Universe
climbed Golgotha's Hill
the Holy Spirit penned each verse
as Jesus did God's will

Good and evil there collided
lightning flashed and thunder roared
there the destiny of men decided
Justice unsheathed then her sword

Darkness fell to hide the storm
around the cross, a trap, a net
but for this purpose Christ was born
a time when Truth and Mercy met

wind and fire sound and fury
There was only one life lost
then from the grave Christ rose in Glory
But we're still staggered by the cost
-id