Pastor H F Walters
I forgave them, the anointed flock, rinse them
And wash them, and put them back
To wear your robe, your borrowed diadem
Walk to Golgotha with curse at their back
I forgave them
For they never felt the fire, knew no heat
You covered them
Before they made a prince to walk the street
O could they know black faith coming back, come back
O could they tell the deluge
And see the white robes above it, coming back
Into the brambled tents, the host of refuge
They would forgive
Had they known you, the cross before the throne
They would forgive
Their erring pride in one who walked alone
O Christ, what jealousy consume our faint name
In ignorance cage castling
Curtains of glory from tattered rags of shame
What cattle blind in jostling
I forgave them
For by these words they know again your heart
You forgave them
Long ere they forget or love flew apart
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2011
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