Good Friday Poem
Beat me
Humiliate me
Scourge my flesh
Curse and despise me
Pour my blood in the thirsty dirt
Strip me bare
Lay me low
Wood on my shoulders
Rough hands on my arms
Dry air in my mouth
The cool iron point
Hot blood in my palm
Lift me up for all to see
Point and shout at me
Shake your heads and mock
Every limb in anguish
Agony in every breath
My pounding heart
Fills my chest
And I love you
Passion floods my breast
And binds me to this tree
I'll hang and die
In love for you
My life for yours
Behold! It is finished
Now, my son
Go and do likewise
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