You fought for those who spurned you without cause,
With power like a warrior to defeat
The chains and swords and fire, without pause
Or thought for your own pain as you were beat
By human hands and whips and thorns and breath.
While hidden from the eyes of men there stood
The evil one, accuser, at your death.
In triumph, victory, and calling good
The agony you suffered. In your eyes
The men who beat you "know not what they do,"
And you, you loved them far beyond the lies
They hurled upon you, spurning, beating you.
Not man nor devil knew just why you fell--
But now beyond the universe you dwell.
postscript
NaPo day 14! Almost halfway done.