He drank full the cup of bitter wine
So I would drink at His table
To make this enemy a friend
To make this Cain an Abel
The blood of royalty spilled not
for one lonely ethnic nation
But for a tribe and tongue of many
Son felt Father’s separation
And when the victory cry rung out
For heav’n and earth to hear
Love won out for the bride alone
Cast to hell was earthly fear
The whole world may scoff and mock
at the foolishness of the tree
But there on that dark hill of wrath
God’s blood was poured for me
Great mystery of Father’s love and hate
All fell on Son of Man that day
Praise! He chose the belly of the beast
To purchase me a wedding feast!
Bryan Daniels
Chief of the least 
amen and amen…I feel so blessed to see in your writing your love and humble gratitude for God’s love and greatest gift–thinking about your poem made the Easter message Sunday even more meaningful to me—thanks, Son!