Poetry

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I posted this a while back, but after coming through such a trial I thought I would retread this article. While surrounded by Christians and being heavily involved in a church can make one become to comfortable and forget some of the more important aspects of salvation. Now that I have stared my old sins in the face again and faced many tempations, I share this reminder.


I Did It

I am the innkeeper with no more room
For the gentle woman with the Christ in her womb
My rooms are for those who can pay
But I have a manger lined with hay

I am there when water becomes wine
But I ignore this wondrous sign
Reveling and making merry with my friends
Unaware of this gift that God sends

I am the scribe and teacher of the laws
Persecuting the Son of Man without cause
Offended by the works of His mighty hand
His teaching the multitudes in the land

I am the guard in Gethsemane garden
It was my heart that was harden
Arresting Jesus for His great crimes
He is accused of breaking the law many times

I am the Pharisee holding the trial
Charging this criminal so vial
Who is He to make such claim?
Breaking the Sabbath by healing the lame

I am the man that struck His face
To make Him respect the man and this place
Now over to the Romans, Him I give
This Man condemned, no longer to live

I am the governor in this land
Of this Man’s blood I wash my hand
This is One you have chosen to die
Only to please the crowd, that is why

I am the soldier who spat and said
“King of the Jews” needs a crown on His headD
I twisted the thorns into the crown
Then upon Him I placed the scarlet gown

I am the one placing stripes on His back
Again and again my whip did attack
His blood flowed from flesh that is torn
Prophesy says this is why He is born

I am the soldier on Skull Hill
With hammer and spikes ready to kill
I swing the hammer over and again
Until all the spikes are driven in

I am the thief on the other cross
From my lips insults at Him I toss
Save yourself and us if You are the one
I laughed and ridiculed God’s only Son

I am the one who placed Him there
It was my sins He came to bare
At the Father’s right He will ever sit
But this pain and this shame, I did it.

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