I feel the weight of my sins
behind the whizzing sound
of the whip wrapping around
the bloodied bare back,
I feel the weight of my sins
upon the hands that pressed
the crown of thorns down
the blood-soaked head,
I feel the weight of my sins
upon the rough-hewn wood
that mercilessly sank in
and abraded the shoulder,
I feel the weight of my sins
upon the heavy hammer
that drove the sharp nails
that cut through the flesh,
I feel the weight of my sin
on the shadow of death
that weighed down heavily
the badly beaten body,
I feel the weight of my sin
behind the thrust of the lance
that pierced the heaving side,
forced the giving up of the soul,
I feel the weight of my sin
along the lost mankind
for whom the ultimate sacrifice
was willingly offered.
May Jesus forgive me!
© FLQ March 14,2014
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