Upon these broken steps I tread,
these steps I've come to know.
For they’re the ones that lead me back
to a man from long ago.
the man that left me weary;
broken, bruised, betrayed.
the man I sometimes marvel at;
the man so now decayed.
the snakeskin that I wore before,
wrinkled, worn and withered
to think it used to be my home,
before I was delivered.
oh death, oh death, you've lost your sting
you have no hold on me.
yet I still sometimes look behind;
what do I hope to see?
something from my shattered past that
answers today’s questions?
clues on how to navigate
from a past with no direction?
can I learn sweet lessons from
a past so laced with poison?
find a balm to cleanse mistakes
or something I can count on?
what’s done is done, yet now undone
by blood that isn't mine;
a price now paid, a sentence stayed,
by One who did no crime.
if I retrace those crimson steps
drive nails back in His hand,
Then I’m the one who killed Him;
I belong on the witness stand.
who am I to say that I
do not deserve His ransom?
who am I to undue “why?”,
replace it with cold granite?
the stone was rolled over the steps
the same steps I've been taking.
forgiveness for the steps I take
an eternity in the making.
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