Criminal

I am a criminal

I am a liar

I am a thief

I am a murderer, bathed in grief

born into this life of sin

I cant deny the mess I'm in

I've been running 

from what might be. . .

The truth, the end, my penalty.

Scared out of my mind

this tainted heart had made me blind

But now this fact I cant deny,

it's a picture etched upon my mind

the blood that stained my hands and feet 

belonged to the one, who. . .

. . .in my anger, hate, and strife 

still took the blow that saved my life.

Yes, I killed the man who came to be

to live his life and rescue me

Compassion, love. . . in his eye

It took so long to realize

The pain and sorrow tarried there

He held something more that I could bear

MY sin, MY guilt, MY shame.

He took on himself all my blame 

And I'm broken

distraught. . .

How could one have so much love

to stand in place of me, and take my penalty

this idea. .  . it's called selflessness

And though I fail to understand

I praise my God and lift my hands

as one who was and is forgiven

I believe in "My Father who art in Heaven"

a now some day I'll live with Him

Eternally Forgiven.