Gravity of the Cross

The cross was heavy Before He was nailed to it

Weakened by the flogs He took for me

Each strike presented, Every part of me contrary

To the word of God, My shame to bear witness

 

To Him in public, Inability to forgive, Because of pain afflicted world

My self harm to numb, The voices I let in, In times of desperation and loneliness

My eyes access to the world’s filth For momentary pleasure

My heart darkened by the Closed application of biological truth

 

My fist as my mouth piece, And my head’s relationship with

The wall when I need silence, A heavy cross for His shoulder

Soaked in my sins, Then nailed to it.

 

The cross was heavier than I thought; today the revelation came to understand the enormity of the cross and the stripes on His back that linked to the cross.-  JC Ebony

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