Oh God, You came for me when I hated You.
You searched me out when I spit in Your face.
You called to me when I tore the flesh from Your back.
You pursued me when I nailed You to the cross.
In my hate I rejected You and defiled and scorned You with my spit of rebellion.
You endured the whip so I could be healed.
You endured the cross, dying in my place.
And when You were gone, the earth cried in pain as its restorer plunged into its belly.
Then my hatred died; my will within me perished.
The scales fell from my eyes, and I saw what You did.
I cried; for days I cried.
I brought You flowers to Your tomb to relieve my guilt,
But the grave just glared back and condemned me for my injustice.
I had killed an innocent man.
I didn’t have the strength to move.
I collapsed, weeping at Your love and my blindness.
How could I kill the only person who ever loved me?
What have I done?
I cry until I can’t cry anymore, and then I moan.
When I fall asleep, I dream of seeing You again.
The stone rolls away and You stand there, dressed in crimson glowing white.
Your holes in Your hands and feet still drip with the precious blood I released.
You look at me with intense, blue eyes, full of love and mercy and holiness.
I can’t stand.
You come near me and I curl into a ball, fearing You will repay me for what I’ve done to You.
Instead, You anoint me with Your blood, and I find I am clean.
I look refreshed in my body and feel refreshed in my soul.
I didn’t crucify You.
The devil worked in me for I was his child,
But You bought me with Your blood and purged me from his kingdom.
I take my place in Your triumphant parade to heaven,
And joy in Your presence and delight in singing Your praise,
Because with You I am truly free.
Thank You. Thank You. Thank You.
This was written from the perspective of the fact that it was my sins that put Christ on the cross. Yes, we all helped, but that doesn’t negate the fact that I am responsible. The poem takes you through the crucifixion from the perspective of one who is entirely responsible. While not factual in its representation, I feel it gives a unique perspective of what Christ did for us.
Have you ever been forgiven for something terrible? Have you ever felt responsible for something that isn’t entirely your fault? Let’s talk about it in the comments below.
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