Jesus and the Guard

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Flesh and bone broke

Bended knees and convulsing fingers

As the nail was shifted and driven in

And you knew the one who spoke

Casually, to the other guard, as he lingered

Over you, in pain, in sin.

You knew him. 

You saw him born,

Loved him from the womb and back, 

When he looked at you in scorn 

When he cried at brute attacks,

When he needed you the most

When his hands had nailed you stuck,

When his mother hugged him close,

When the fleeting pity struck

As he looked at you that day, 

At the work his hands had done. 

Just another Jewish slave,

Just another Roman one. 

But you knew him–he, your son,

As he broke and turned away

As your token graces burned,

Another dead, another day,

As the greatest merit earned. 

He, to you, a son you willed,

You, to him, a dog to kill.

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