The words He spoke fell upon my ears and rang throughout my mind.
The words did echo a joyous sound within my head's confines.
His words wiped clean my slate of wrongs and calmed my horrid fears.
And As they took him with intentions of harm.
I felt my eyes let go a tear.
And within my heart then burns a fire it's flame it does not yeild.
It stokes the glowing embers that lay within my soul
And fills my being with love and yearns for passion still.
I watched from afar as he took a path, one chosen by none at all.
A rocky path of sweat and blood upon which he knew He'd fall.
Not once nor twice but three or more his face did strike the ground.
Each time he hit I felt the shame and the fears of those around.
The weight He bore was of many, mine included too.
As he walked a path not taken by any where he died for me and you.
David Gary Pennington