Jesus hung broken on the cross;
We hang broken together;
The Ancient Mariner had the Albatross
To Christ we have our tether.
The Mariner shot the bird from the sky;
It fell broken to the sea;
It had given the ship wind to fly.
But then the wind did flee.
The bird was loved by the Lord;
In Him, all things be bright and beautiful;
Was it the bird who drove all aboard
When there was no wind to bellow?
The Mariner lived to tell the tale
And all went to the wedding;
With the Lord we all will sail;
Toward peace and justice heading.
All brokenness shall be healed;
All sorrow and sadness gone;
With Christ as our eternal shield,
Like a risen Albatross we shall fly on.