Jesus: He Is Me
The sun is bright as
ever, washing me in
bands of heat, I'm
hanging in the air
as nails impale my
hands and feet,
I know that I am
dreaming on some
night I'm deep in
sleep, I'm dreaming
that I'm Jesus, I am
Him and He is me.
The pain is unlike
anything I've ever
felt before, I hear
some scream for
blood while I hear
others yell for more,
they have me on
what looks to be a
wooden crucifix, my
body's like the
letter 'T', you should
envision this,
But me I feel the
horror from the
beatings that they
gave, while some
would call it torture,
I endured it just to
save,
humanity's
descendants but
my name is used in
vain, I feel my life is
draining as my
head descends in
shame.
I perservered for
many hours, 9 to be
exact, to witness
this would render all
your mentals non-
intact,
just picture me a
moment, on the
cross betweenst 2
thieves, they broke
their legs and
knees but they did
not do this to me.
I smell a scent and
think of death, it's
all inside my mind,
I'm shrouded as I
die but I will surely
have my time,
for 3 days later here
I am, I died to rise
again, atoning for
the sins of all the
women and the
men.
The children of this
world should
comprehend the
very role, I play
inside of daily life to
save their very soul,
just look at modern
day events, the
evidence is clear,
no need for me to
verify the end is
very near.
Some folks will
think of church, that
very thought will
make them hurt,
well ponder the
alternative, there're
some who'll make it
worse,
while yes I love the
lot of you, my
children one and all,
you have to make it
better otherwise
you're gonna fall.
I wake up in my bed
amidst a startle, oh
I'm safe, I race into
the bathroom and
the mirror shows
my face,
I wipe the sweat
realizing everything
that seems to be,
that ALL of us are
Jesus, I am Him,
and He is me.
Copyright © James Lewis | Year Posted 2011
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