Crucifixion

CRUCIFIXION 

The accusations were founded

My fate was sealed

No fault was found in him

No pardon for the innocent

The confession was guilt

My conscience flogged

His crime was Being

Lies put scars on his body 

I ask for my will 

I wait for it to be over 

He denies his will

He fills his belly with the cup

My thoughts expose my shame

His thoughts are on those dying at his feet

Forgiven for ignorance of action

I find myself crucified with Him

Crushed, there is no fault for me.

Bruised, there is no guilt.

Pierced, my will is His.

Punishment speaks “be still”

to the chaos of my soul.

Those glorious Stripes,

by his flesh being torn

my leprous mind is made clean.