undeserving

I know what I’ve done:

bought lies on sale,

broken all the rules

ignored the wise

and followed the fools.

I know what I’ve earned:

the scorn of many.

the laughter of foes,

the whips of soldiers

lots cast for my clothes.

I know what I deserve:

to be roughly hurled

naked to the street,

blood rolling down from my head

in red streams to my feet.

In spite of all this

all the hatred I’ve earned,

all the shame I am due,

the consequences of my life,

have been carried by You.

 

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