The Cross
A sinner's cross I climb
In derision planted, dry
His tracks undried yet lingers clean
I drench in remorse serene
Vinegar I lap
Vinegar his lips declined
In a corner lonley life expelled
I shall, into the host, incline
Midst merciless foreign eyes
A body dishonored falls
Harsh, the sentence to my guilt
My Jesus, embrace this soul.
Copyright © Hyunjin Ryoo | Year Posted 2010
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