A poem on unconditional love
Resounding from within, I hear the voice,
'Crucify Him, Crucify Him!’.
Adorned in gold, in rich man’s clothes,
I stand, shameful, in the crowd.
My fingers are but lion claws;
the bloodiest one wears the golden ring.
'Free Barabas!’, aloud I cry;
to set the roaring wild lion out.
Cursed I be, to have borne the nails
that drove into those faithful hands;
His blood upon my eyes; alas, I now see!-
thick and black with my sins umpteen,
it curses me from the darkest pit.
A Man I see from the dungeons below;
a face that, loves me from the cross!
I cover my face in shame;
bury my self in filth.
I be doomed in His utmost wrath,
than burn in the heat of His forgiving love.
Oh, that I lived this day to see
the animal kill the Son of Man.