The Servant
I was the first to take the bowl of poison offered
and drink,
Afterwards you gave me golden serpent arm bands,
I knew they marked your slaves and took them gladly,
For thus was I able to see and cast out the demons
hidden among the people.
Then I saw myself hung on the cross,
it seemed like years,
In tears I was taken down, each nail I felt withdrawn.
Laying helpless in your arms
I die that I may live
Only for you.