A Fatted calf, a priestly fire; The sacrificial knife, a dire Foreboding of a bloody thing. It plunges deep, death takes its prize; And smoke ascends toward the skies: Burnt offering. A lonely tree, a surging crowd With clubs and stones and voices loud; A black man as a calf they bring. Upon a newer Cross he dies, And smoke ascends toward the skies: Burnt offering.[30]
