To so many it is surreal and dream-like; say it out loud, they nailed him to a cross; an overwhelming reality too cruel to believe
Reminded of nothing but what passed their lips into your ears, the inquisitors, blessed by a past regarded as their own holy ground asked, “How many prophets have you met?”
It was enough to know who Satan should truly fear; those who would never cry, who would have no reaction to anything except the atrocity of someone who knew them well
They say walk a mile in another man’s shoes but why must we walk so far; isn’t his breath alone enough to know of the scars in his hands and feet?
It seems that life gives others too many chances; they hurt so many others and expect to be forgiven; but I have not witnessed their punishment; it is the pattern sewn by my bitterness
Is it God’s plan to reveal how and when they will be driven into the desert of lament and sorrow; or even if he already has, with burning sands beneath their unrepenting feet, is it any of my concern?
The clock will strike on his time; the test is not only in bearing my own pain but also in my discomfort with God’s random will; random to mankind, but not to God; he chose the time for the storm to wash away those who preach what they do not know
The one who stirs hate in my heart suffers more than I will ever know; his conscience burns deep into the heart I once believed failed him; and when he comes to me to witness my refusals will he ask then if God gave me the power to part the sea?
I was given a hammer and some nails; was it to build a home or to **** a man? I was given a pile of stones; was it to build a home or to judge another man?
What did God ask of me; tell me what he said for the dream was such a nightmare that I awoke in horror at the sight of such unworthiness
To lower your gaze and be the truth; the truth that only humility knows, not to be hurt once again but to show how forgiveness is greater than anything you have been promised?
And as you walk in fear towards an image beyond a cross you cannot believe is real, will the worthiness of the forgiver be enough for you to know that the shoes you wear are not strong enough to hold another man’s suffering in its sole?