From the movie The Passion
Forgiveness
2/5/13
I
look and watch the blood fall,
A
silent drip that somehow I can not look from.
I
am the reason for the blood
And
I am the one who screamed for it.
The
sound of a mother's weeping,
The
harsh jeers from those around me,
And
His labored breathing
Are
like a knife, digging deeper and deeper
Inside
me.
I
called for this.
From
the very beginning
My
rebellious heart was the reason for this.
I
can not clean the filth myself;
My
heart is calloused, decaying, dead,
And
I know it the more I watch Him.
I
cover the outside with outward caring
And
all the right words
But
I am still bleeding my blackness under the surface.
The
shame of it shrieks at me
With
condemning, repetitive cries.
He
suffers on my behalf -
Here
I am, looking on.
He
calls to me and I cringe,
Expecting
to hear condemning and embittered words.
Again
He calls.
Somehow,
I look.
With
bloody, trembling hands
He
shows me the name written with His blood.
My
name.
For
a moment, I stare in disbelief.
A
shudder runs through me
As
every scoffing word, and every savage sin
Plays
over and over in my mind.
“No,”
He says. “That has been cleaned away.”
He
pulls me to Himself and quietly whispers in my ear,
“I
forgive you. I love you. You are Mine.”
In
that moment, clinging to Him,
I
know it is true.
He
loves me.
~ZA
Copyright © 2013 Ophelia M. Flowers
