Upon Three Nails
Upon three nails
is lifted up
the Son of God Most High;
in pain,
in shame
is pinioned there to die;
is forced to sup
midst soldiers’ rails.
Upon those pins
He hangs, and pleads
with them His thirst to slake;
they prod
our God –
relief He will not take
that their sponge bleeds -
but all our sins.
Upon three nails
which bear the weight
of every wrong we’ve wrought,
He drinks
and sinks
beneath its bitter draught;
each drop, our fate
as His life fails.
Too much a task;
far too much weight
to ask three nails to bear …
while we
go free
He drinks damnation there;
He does not wait
for us to ask.
Upon three nails
is wrath suspended,
the thirst for justice, quenched.
His love
must prove
a life like His, with such blood drenched,
cannot be ended
upon three nails.
© 2000, WKB
Categories: bad poetry
Keith, did you write that?
That were me.
The poem was on the Highland Web site when we lived in Abilene and I took care of it, but the new WebServant is changing everything over to a .asp driven site, and it?s been lost.
I originally printed out a few dozen on calling-card stock and left them with generous tips when we traveled, sometimes with a handwritten note (when appropriate) like, ?Thank you for modeling the servant nature of Christ for my family and me.?
Has anyone ever asked you if they could put it to music? It’s a great piece of writing.
Is that an offer?
Keith, I am answering for Don because his computer is down….but his answer is a resounding YES!! He is VERY interested! Call him at 800-477-4312 and you two can chat about it.
I really enjoy your blog! My brother-in-law is there at Pleasant Valley with you…..Jimmy Cone. Don’t hold that against me!
In HIM,
David
Although I’m not such a religious fanatic, I could say that your poem captured the essence of your beliefs.