Ever have one of those days during which you felt like everything you did was evil, and you just broke down with nothing left to do but beg His forgiveness? Well, I've had days like that, and this poem came to me on one such day. {(c) 1994}
The Pardon
I am yet the one
It is no ones fault but mine
I tore open His Back with the whip I did crack
While in daytime the sun ceased to shine
He Loved me, though I cursed
His Name; evil deeds well rehearsed
Its His Face I had kissed
I drove spikes through His Wrists
And later, for me, His Heart Burst
I still was not satisfied
I was not yet sure He had died
With hatred so fierce
Its His Side I did pierce
And I gazed on with cold, evil pride
(With one foot in hell, I rang my own death bell
What I did should have been suicide)
But His Love Raged On, Stronger than I
It Cut Through the Earth, Sea, and Sky
And then Settled on me
No One Yet More Guilty
And Ill Be In His Debt Til I Die
(SJC April 1994)
The Pardon
I am yet the one
It is no ones fault but mine
I tore open His Back with the whip I did crack
While in daytime the sun ceased to shine
He Loved me, though I cursed
His Name; evil deeds well rehearsed
Its His Face I had kissed
I drove spikes through His Wrists
And later, for me, His Heart Burst
I still was not satisfied
I was not yet sure He had died
With hatred so fierce
Its His Side I did pierce
And I gazed on with cold, evil pride
(With one foot in hell, I rang my own death bell
What I did should have been suicide)
But His Love Raged On, Stronger than I
It Cut Through the Earth, Sea, and Sky
And then Settled on me
No One Yet More Guilty
And Ill Be In His Debt Til I Die
(SJC April 1994)
