Your bowed head
^H '
in silent witness
Thorns plunging deep into your flesh
^ ^
A stark contrast
rj
With which
•2h
*M
^^
to the pride I
held
my own
Independence
and self-assurance Causing
my
The spear
eyes not to see
piercing
the spot beside
you
I
was so eager
I
went proudly walking along
Betraying
to vacate
my own
feet
Flayed by sharp sins on the path of destruction
Overlooking yours that pierced
by iron
might have
bom me
I
safely
delighted
in
my ignorance
Unthinkingly turning
my back
on the grace freely given
The love exhibited by your
stripes
Despite your attempts to bring I
my
soul to repentance
stood defiantly
My own fist clenched so tightly the nails
dug
into your palms.
Joe Peterson
