The investigation is yet underway
Of who murdered You that dark predestined day.
The accusers have long disavowed what is true
While pointing long fingers at Your beloved Jew.
The guilty persistently lie on the stands,
Denying their turn at the nails in Your hands.
Their garments are splattered with stains of bright red,
The proof of their nearness to You as You bled.
Their guilt is concealed behind eyes filled with shame.
They yearn to confess, but it's easier to blame.
There was a conspiracy, they all played a part.
Together they pierced the sword through Your heart.
Their sin was the cause, for Your sentence of death,
Which many deny with their own dying breath.
They tried to blot out Your revealing pure Light.
I know, I was with them......conspiring......that night.
PLEASE ENCOURAGE AUTHOR,
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