Hung

Do you know what it is like to be


Hung? (Sung)



Do you know what it is like to be

Hung? (Sung)



No I’m not talking about that popular definition of

Hung. (Sung)



Like a bird in the air suspended in mid flight

Hung(Sung)



A multicolored rainbow of feathers in flight

Hung(Sung)



Seven stars, in alignment

Hung(Sung)



The rising of the sea to meet the moon

Hung(Sung)



The red skinned branches of the Sequoia



Hung (Sung)



The oily olive of the Serengeti trees

Hung(Sung)



The peak of a pyramid, an opulent brief reprieve

Hung(Sung)



Yes we all have ideas of what it is like to be

Hung(Sung)



Even here among these yonder popular trees we know what it means to be

Hung(Sung)



Scarlet goodbye letters amongst bitter battered leaves

Hung(Sung)



In the right place, but in the wrong skin

Hung(Sung)


Wrong skin, and right men and you can be

Hung(Sung)

Judge, Trial but no Jury
Hung (Sung)

Still, I don’t think you really understand what it is to be

Hung(Sung)


I mean, when friends become removed like a coat from the hanger
Hung(Sung)



When the lips of the beloved are colder than the stranger

Hung(Sung)



When everything in you says run, but still, you face the danger

Hung (Sung)



When your love is counted in the seconds it takes

When the seconds it takes become without time



Hung(Sung)



As they drug you through the cities whipped and scarred
While those you’d given everything refused to look you in the eye



Hung(Sung)





Oh I don’t really think you know what it is to be

Hung (Sung)



Mangled sentences, sparsely separated



Hung(Sung)



Speech cut off mid---


Hung(Sung)


A wine drenched rag hitting the skin like sizzles

Hung (Sung)



A nail in the hand, a nail in the foot



Hung(Sung)



Who do you think you are, anyway, to say that the Lord redeems? they yell.

Hung(Sung)

Hoisted, lifted up with only a white loin cloth

Praying because this is not a walk that you want, but you choose to walk


Hung(Sung)


For your mighty acts, crowned with thorns

For your loving words fed a fist



Hung(Sung)



For your holy nature clothed in dust

Hung(Sung)



Gave your blood, we spat on you


Sung Verse:
Hung!

Pieced in the side!

For the sins of a world so cold

They shun the love they needed to survive


Oh Holy, Holy, Holy

You, that Hung

Or Worthy, Worthy, Worthy

Is the Lamb that hung


Poem (Spoken)


 Prince of Peace

The Great I Am

The holy hope

Of every man

You sit upon

The Throne of Grace

That hangs above

This broken place
Clear bright sound of Angels singing echoing day and night

Hung upon a darkened cross,

Yet you are the light




Do you really understand what it means to be

Hung? (Sung)

Do you really understand how much you’re worth and for this he was

Hung?(Sung)



If you understood how much the Father was willing to pay to release
you from the devil’s grip,
 your mouth would be filled with so much praise you could no longer use it to speak
 And when you approached the throne of grace you’d bow your head in this scared place



It would be



Hung (Sung)

Hung(Sung)

Hung (Sung)


(Sung)
In reverence

In Honor

In Love