They Know Not What They Do
Tell me again father in Heaven, why I must die for their sins.
Hearing your voice, shall prepare my way upward to you.
Early this year you said, I would be with you so very soon.
You told me, I would be sacrificed for all their sins on earth.
Kindness and love, is all I ever give here, to all I have met.
Now I must die, so they will live again, lest they forget.
Our love, father, is the greatest gift, that we share with all.
Who would be the traitor, denier; others will just let me go.
Now they judge me, send me to prison; force me to break.
Only you my father in Heaven understand their mistake.
They know not what they do to their savior, your son.
Whosoever believes, that I suffered on the cross for them?
Hear after and beyond, shall never parish from thine eyes.
Along shall have a place in your kingdom forever more.
They know not what they do, these torturers upon me.
Tell me again father, as of now, they know not what they done.
Hear my prayers my lord and father, I give my life for them.
Each one who believes in what I have done, preparing way.
Yet, this humanity now, they know what they < must > do.
Dear father and lord of mine, I forgive, what they have done.
Our love together shall await, choice is theirs for what to do.
Copyright © Cecil Hickman | Year Posted 2010
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