Turning the Other Cheek

You could have summoned angel hordes
With just a single word,
You could have exacted just revenge
And put them to the sword;
Instead you let them mar your image
And make you look absurd—

With the blood of God within your veins,
You didn’t have to turn your cheek,
You could have turned the cross to ashes
And trampled Rome beneath your feet;
Instead you let them torture you,
Appearing frail and weak—

But greater deeds by far took place
When mercy was awoken,
Through death forgiveness won the day,
The final word was spoken:
Hate was overturned by love,
And the grave itself was broken.