See The Hammer

Of all the men in the world
I am surely the least
Put all my sins into a man
And I am Juda’s priest

Of all the weeds I have sown
Facing life with a fist
It was me that fateful day
Greeting Jesus with a kiss

I see the hammer
I feel the nails
I feel justified
but you hold the scales
Take up my cross
Lose my filth & pride
Is this what it means
To be crucified…

I have sown seeds in corruption
The workings of the flesh
Felt my knees bending like trees
When God put me to the test

I’ve been broken by spiritual storms
Tossed by this worlds cruel wind
But by his blood I endured the flood
And came fighting back again

I see the hammer
I feel the nails
I feel justified
But you hold the scales
Take up my cross
Lose my filth & pride
Is this what it means
To be crucified…

Posted by Jon Kokko on November 20, 2011. Filed under Poetry Corner. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. You can leave a response or trackback to this entry