Good Friday: My Curse, His Cross

 

I walk in paths that lead to hell,
So His feet were pierced by nails.
I live with idols held always near,
So His side took in the spear.
A robe of shame weighs me down,
So He wears my thorny crown.
I turn away from my God,
So His back received the rod.

I hold my gold in tight, closed fists,
So they drove nails through His wrists.
I speak lies and selfish words,
So from His mouth no sound was heard.
I beam with pride from haughty eyes,
So He bowed His head and died.
I by my sin have won a curse,
So for a cross He came to earth.

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