The Man I Killed
I saw Him,
The man I killed;
Wrapped in shame and pain;
Dejected and rejected by His own!
Surrounded by a vicious brood of vipers
Their vile tongues
Ululating doom;
Profaning the Holy of holies,
Blaming Him for innocence!
We saw Him,
The man we killed
A huge tree on His back;
Scathed and battered like a thief!
See how He stumbles and falls.
A sad sight!
Globules of Holy blood
Dropping on unholy ground,
Soaking the desert dust;
Sacredness mingling with profanity!
An indescribable spectacle!
See Him;
The man you and I killed!
See how they disrobe Him,
Exposing impaled flesh;
Dust, splinters and blood on His back.
A sight too awful for words.
His garments peeled off,
To expose nakedness that reveals perfect love
Of a father for His children.
Willingly He lies
On a wooden beam!
Passionate to trade His life with mine!
Lovingly He spreads His arms on wood.
Nails so sharp
Tear through the wrists
Of the Saviour of nations!
Pain throbbing through
His arms and legs!
Holy blood gushing from all sides
Of the body of the Saviour of men!
We see Him,
A man who fills our eyes
With swamps of tears,
Even as His head falls
In total acceptance to death,
He still looks beautiful!
For He trades His life for mine!
Hardly knowing what we did
We killed him!
You killed him!
I killed Him!
Copyright © Joseph Kimbugwe | Year Posted 2016
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