a thought to ...

Jan 11, 2005 23:36

an impending death.
an impailing thought.

i grabbed the spear.
i drove the nail.
i pressed the crown.
i yelled crucify.
i knew not what i did.

this person would die for what He has done.
He has proven me wrong.
He has made my life invalid.
i demanded justice.
i knew not what i did.

the grief struck like a sledge to the anvil,
its not every day you find out you murdered God's son.
He had proven Himself right
He had made my life justified.
oh God what have i done.

i have yet to recieve what i deserve.
God's grace is my justice.
His forgiveness is my conscience.
my actions are not punished,
and my life is sustained.

and the guillotine rusts.
and the chains lay on the floor.
and the bars have been removed.
and the cold concrete is no longer my home.

oh God what You have done.
from the mire, ive been pulled.
for the world ive been cleaned.
to the people will i tell.
oh God. what You have done.
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