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Silently, I stop

to gaze at the blood-stained hilltop,

knowing what took place, here.

And, now I tremble with fear.

Grace is the mop

and His blood, the cleaning solution

that cleanses hearts, souls, minds.

Yet, we chose to lop

off His life, here in this world.

The blood stain, here only reminds

me that His ultimate ministry remains unfoiled.

He lives on in the hearts of those who believe.

Away, their faith, you cannot chop,

yet unbelief only blinds.



My unbelief blinded me to the point

that I took a part in the worst crime ever committed,

We killed Him for crimes we ourselves counterfeited.

The crowd, played their part, too.  They begged us to

kill an innocent man, and turn a murderer loose.

It was such a grievous swap.

Now, I Silently stop.



Silently, I stop

to gaze at the blood-stained hilltop,

knowing what took place, here.

And, now I tremble with fear.

Grace is the mop

that would cleanse even me,

if only I could accept this gift of forgiveness

that for all my guilt, He desires only to swap.

Can you just imagine, Him forgiving one who took part

in the murder of his Only Begotten Son?  Ludicrous

it sounds to even my own heart.

Though, I know I desperately need it,

I don’t think I could stop

hating myself long enough to accept His gift.



My self-hatred blinded me to the point

that I took a part in the worst crime ever committed,

We killed Him for crimes we ourselves counterfeited.

The crowd, played their part, too.  They begged us to

kill an innocent man, and turn a murderer loose.

It was such a grievous swap.

Now, Silently, I stop.