The rusted tip touches His palm,
my hand comes to my mouth.
Pressure is slowly increased,
I watch in horror the Romans laughing.
The barrier is broken, crimson color appears,
my vision begins to blur
The hammer comes down, pressing the nail through,
I can no longer hold back the tears
Each hit made drives the nail through the wood,
each hit made makes my body shake and flinch
I can still hear the Romans laughing,
the Pharisees' satanic sneers
His arms are not long enough; His hand will not fit,
I cannot breathe as I watch them dislocate His arm.
The second nail comes down harder than the first,
my stomach thanks me for not eating.
Blood drips without end,
each drop reminding me how I put in those nails
They measure down to His ankles, to create the last hole,
Oh how I wish to break through the crowd and end it.
The act is finished, metal uniting Him with wood,
I wish for the torture to end soon.
But within me, I know, it is far from over;
He must remain up there, to die for me.
Yes, me, the guilty one!
The one who sinned!
And yet I was saved!
But how did I repay Him?
I picked up that hammer, and hit as hard as I could;
I sold His location to scoundrel religious sect leaders for thirty shekels;
I was there during the lashings, and had a whip of my own;
I pressed onto Him that needle-like crown of thorns;
I spat on Him with anger, laughed at His suffering;
I sneered at Him as He was held up by a tree;
I called Him a criminal, made Him carry that cross!
I deserve death so much more than Him;
I whipped, hammered, and tortured Him a million more,
than those who did it, by my sin.
Such great remorse do I feel, seeing Him there,
on that cross, His bloody body drained.
I do not know if I could ever rebuke this sorrow,
this guilt,
if I did not know that He rose again,
and even though I killed Him,
He embraced me and said
"I love you."
His passion was great-
the passion He had and the passion He went through.
But now His passion is greater-
the passion shown to Him,
as I give my ways to Him,
and as my eyes have a greater flood than Noah knew,
with my acknowledgement of how great His Love for me is.
May those rusted nails that He hath been pierced with,
the cross with those nails that I wear,
forever remind me that He died for a reason…
to give this world a chance to live life to the fullest.
"I AM the Way, the Truth, and the Life of this world. No one comes to the Father except through Me." John 14:6