Every splinter was a sin And every step taken to get there, A defiance to those unwilling To believe. Rattling breaths drawn Through collapsing lungs That expand just enough To provide the oxygen For a Kingdom. Every thorn, a plea For those unworthy of Redemption. Father forgive them, A nail at the right hand, That does more teaching With a iron hammered through it Than any prophet before its time. A nail at the left hand, That has fed thousands Upon thousands Of hungry Savior-seeking Souls. A nail at the feet, Which walked a path of Righteousness Never known to man Before them. And a sharp spiked crown For the King of Kings. A crown, for they know not what they do. The final outcry Of a Son To his Father. Every splinter was a sin And every rattling breath Drawn through Broken bones And a broken heart Killed a man And saved a world.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Dec 2014 19:23:39 +0000
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