How much pain you must feel
To see your own people’s flesh torn with zeal,
Despite your call
For forgiveness for all.
Yes, many love in your name.
But most blame
The people of your flesh for what few did.
The real executioners are hid.
Is there beneath this blame
A hidden hatred of your name?
Did you know when on the cross
That your kingdom was not won, but lost?
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
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