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Harbored anguish falls as I grieve
Unending wretchedness is my reprieve
Raze my form to slumbering ashes
Tribulations are my pocketed stashes
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The spear brought forth conformation
that our precious Savior had passed.
How many spears do you carry?

The spear that confirmed for us,
His shallow breath, His last.
How many spears, in Him, have you buried?

Beyond the ascension and the
release of His Holy Spirit.
How many spears have you thrown?

With our iniquities and failures
He is re-pierced, do we not fear it?
Tell me, how many spears do you own?

As you whispered, “Forgive them Father,
they know not what they do.”
This agony, tearing of my heart,
this unimaginable truth.

Unbearable, insufferable, and horrific pain
taken for a miscreant’s expense.
Passage of time and men, this still clings to my
heart after generations of lights have been spent.

Forgive me, forgive me Father as this scourge
remains fixed to my hand.
To be sightless, ignorant of the Savior,
this hammer I wield at the Son of man.

Driving, striking, pushing these irons
through the carapace of God’s mortality.
Lifting, up heaving this tree of damnation,
the motionless gaze of your body’s frailty.

Gasping, moments of breath from heaven,
I peer at the crown of exaltation.
Your last, your precious last draw of life
I grapple the lance, thrusting conformation.

By my hands…

We are all guilty of His death. Only God could go through this and still offer us eternity.”