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 better 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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