how deep was it?
pierced in your hands and feet?
suffocating
yet you still cried out forgive them
And what's more
is that if you lived through it all
you would have went through more
would have died a thousand times
even if it was just for me
I should be the one
with metal in my hands
I should be the one
with splinters in my back
I should be the one
with a circle of pain on my head
Yet to You
We're worth it.
You spilled out your blood
scarlet spots of love cascading from that tree
the red stain of your mercy
washes me clean
how can I compare?
to this display of mercy
what have i done to deserve
this scarlet gift of love?
nothing
this scarlet gift of love does not compare to me
thank you for loving me
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Poetry: Symmetry and Reflections
PoetryA collection of poems I've written over the years that primarily explore human emotion, reflection, and spirituality amongst other themes.
