A stake through the hand
A spear to the heart
A crown made of thorns
Sacrifice for my part.
Envy the ones whose hearts yet untouched
Still aimless and blameless, unconvicted as such.
Those few who remain in wait for good news
Presented to pierce for a cause they might choose.
For the rest of us hearing whose pride dropped to follow
The voice of the One we’ve revered to be hallow
Whose life deeds and paths lead to life everlasting
For the souls of those who accept the recasting,