Crucifixion
There are so many status and tweets
about Your nail pierced hands and feet.
I know I don’t have the best words to say
or even to pray
to say thank You
for everything You did and continue to do.
I know that even sounds cliche
to say.
However, that’s my reality.
I can talk about how You died on a tree,
and set me free,
And I can preach a sermon on what You went through
and how You always pursued me,
But my words might as well be mud
in the mist of Your pure blood.
I know what I can write
and it’ll all be true, but is it really right?
Is it really about You
and all You did and do
or is it about me
and what people see.
I don’t want to just tweet about a Savior and King
who took away death’s sting
on good Friday.
I want to live it out everyday.
And this isn’t about someone else’s post
cause I need to hear this most.
This one is about me
and who I’m suppose to be
cause His death set me
free.
This shouldn’t just be about a day
it should be the way
I live everyday.
I failed.
I nailed
You there
and some times I even dare
to act like I don’t care.
I have the audacity to act like my hands are clean
like I wasn’t there. Like I wasn't on the scene
of Your killing
and like I wasn’t willing
to take part.
When I’m the one who ripped Your flesh apart.
I did it. It was me.
Yet, You let me go free.
All I had to do was call on You….
but I’m the cause of what You went through.
I should be defiled,
I should be exiled,
but God calls me His child.
So, I don’t have the right words to say
or to pray
because I don’t deserve You
or things You did and continue to do.
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