We yell and scorn at Him, <br />Others mourn for Him, <br />His body stained by blood and sweat, - <br />We owe Him a great debt. <br /> <br />We had all the love of the Father <br />From our dear brother, <br />For us all His love is shown <br />And we reward Him with a tombstone. <br /> <br />This is why He was born, <br />to have His face worn <br />and His body torn. <br /> <br />Blood seeps <br />As He weeps, <br />'Father, why hast thou forsaken me? ' <br />As He hangs from His tree, <br />'Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do' <br />While He hangs... <br />Skewed <br /> <br />We watch Him fall asleep, <br />midst death slowly creeps, <br />and softly He speaks, <br />'It is finished' <br />With that our sins are diminished<br /><br />Fidelis Patronus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/golgotha-2/
