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,