The God of Upside Down

The Word became a speechless babe 
A King dressed in a beggers’ Cape 
The Holy one among the whores 
A Healer struck by lethal sores 

The Lord of lords is washing feet 
The Destination hits the street 
The Almighty calling out to Dad 
And telling those who weep: “Be glad!” 

The Righteous One upon a cross 
Our Morning Star all hope has lost 
The Source of Life is sentenced “Death!” 
Creator draws his final breath 

A grave? A womb! A stone? A door! 
The omnipresent is here no more! 
A graveyard is our place of birth 
And heaven is a place on earth!