She saw him nailed on the lovers cross
With each blow hammered to the nails......
He felt sharp pangs driven into his heart
Each strike reminded him of her misdeeds
Betrayal, unfaithfulness, wickedness.......
Bang, bang, bang they were driven in.
With a dry heart he asked for some water
Upon a spear gave him vinegar on sponge
To dry his appealing lips.
She saw a wound opened on his side
To him he was reminded of the bone of creation
He looked into the skies with a plea.
When turmoil struck in the light of day......
She ran home to shroud her guilt
Amid tears she tried to hide
Waters that would not cease wetting her pillow.
Discovering her transgression
She gives her heart to the Lord.
Copyright © Robert Hanson