Vow
I remember You
that day
What You did upon that cross
Bore the burden
Bore the weight
What I’ve done was at Your cost
I remember You
and Your crown
each thorn ripping at Your flesh
The one You wear is different now
A crown of life
Instead of death
I remember you
at seventeen
Your wounded heart
bound by fear
In that pew
only I knew
The vow you made
no one could hear
I remember you
at thirty-three
The age I was when crucified
From a womb yet to be
It was worth it that I died
You were worth my having died
Copyright © Sheree Beasley | Year Posted 2013
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