AGAIN

have i denied You?
have i turned You away in shame?
no, but i have hurt You
in anyway possible by unknowing
i do not see the blood on my hands
from pounding the nail in Your hands
over and over again
and while i am doing it, do i acknowledge it?
no... after i am finished the veil is pulled away
and You in Your bloody mess is laid out before me
and again in my blindness i have slaughtered You
i am trapped in my hell
and You stay there on the floor in a bloody heap
with that look on Your face and You still love me
and as i ask for forgiveness and pull You up
the very next day i come back to pound You back down
and yet You forgive me again and again
and again

© 2004 thomas bates