Friday, May 18, 2012

My sins are gone!

Crack. Crack. Crack.
The whips scratch off His back.
Tumble. Tumble. Tumble.
He falls down as he carries his cross.

The nails pierce him to the cross,
in pain, he looks at Me,
and smiles as blood drains from His body.

I forgive you, Jasmine.
He utters as he gives out his life.
There, on the cross,
my sins are gone.