NaPoWriMo Day Four

One by one,
the blood falls
from His face.

With my voice in His ear,
He sheds another tear.

For it was I that put Him there,
that cross He had to wear.

The blasphemy,
The beating,
The lashes,
The crucifying,
The spear,
It's all mine,
I have caused it all.

Thank you oh Lord,
for you endured it all,
so that I may inherit it all.

NaPoWriMo Day Three

Wrists red,
from the rubbing of my shackles,
darkness clothing my naked flesh.
Another beat, from the bleeding heart,
that has been torn apart.
It draws near,
meat for the lion am I.
I place myself in its mouth,
only to be broken again.

To its wretched teeth,
I find myself drawn,
Oh Lord, not again,
I cry for mercy,
as it breaks dawn.

NaPoWriMo Day Two

Hope

Joy,

Oh Joy,

Your kingdom near,

As I wait,

On this

Far away,

Pier.

NaPoWriMo Day One

The Sinful Fellow

One day,
a long time ago,
there was an old man
who would watch a particular young fellow.

This fellow was not wise 
in the eyes
of that old man.
And day by day he tried
and tried
to be right in his eyes.
Failure upon failure his
attempts ever futile
until one day the old man's son had come,
and everything began to change.

When the son had come and sat down beside
the old man in the chair and as they watched the fellow arrive,
the son began to say to his father, the old man,
there is that fellow I had saved on the way
and the father looked to him and said,
him?

Why yes it was him the son replied.
And when the fellow arrived
he came joyously to the son
and praised him
for saving him.
And from then on the father looked
upon that fellow differently because
his son had saved him.