I Crucified Him
Forgiveness oozes from the wound
Where my sin pierced his temple.
Eyes, full of pain from bearing the hate of the world
Bore into me.
Startled,
The bloody hammer falls from my hand.
Copyright © Caitlin Essenburg | Year Posted 2011
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