February 17, 2012

Murder

Woe!
That this breath cannot be retrieved.
Permanent, & poisonous as cyanide.
These words still hang from my lips,
Gilt stained red, from heels to finger tips.
These eyes cannot unsee, these ears can-never unhear,
the ink black wounds that cut so deep, a Friend so dear.
A Murder welcomed by my heart,
my own... surely deserved from the start.
This curse is in my veins, from my father's,
fathers born to bathe in flames.
I killed God! I killed God! Crucified Jesus, with my sin. 
But he is not dead, He is alive, He is risen!
Worthy, Victorious, Lord, Justice, HOLY, God of Grace.
He bore my lowly sinful debt to call me face to face.

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