Not content with the vilification
Of my good name or intentions,
They wish to violently hammer the nails
Thru my hands and the tops of my feet.

Because I told them the truth, they despised me.
Before the rooster could awaken the sun,
They had betrayed me
With their lies and deceptions.

Although I stood bravely
In the face of the wind,
I could not save this world.
I could not even save myself.
I was but a fearful son of man.
Do not place your hopes into this fragile vessel.

I was but a poor imperfect creature,
Bound to earth
By the limited laws of man.
I speak of courage and hope,
Yet I fear the pain and the weight
Of my lifeless body upon the nails
Of human cruelty and ignorance.

Like old wine in new containers,
They could not appreciate the words
That came to me in spirit.
They laughed and mocked.
They drew straws to see
Who could hammer the first nail.

But I did not surrender.
Because I had hope.
I believed in miracles.
I believed that at the last moment,
A saviour would rescue me
From their evil shadow and intent.

kentuck