Forgive Them, Arms Stretched Wide

Dust on the feet. Sand on the soul. Heart heavy,

carrying a burden I can't control. A crown of thorns on a king.

He wore it proud. Blood dripping like rain, silent in the

crowd. Father forgive them, echoed through the wind. They know not

what they do, as the nails dig in. Forgive them He said,

with His arms stretched wide. Hung high for the lost, for the broken,

for the blind. Forgive them He cried, as the sky turned black.

He gave it all for us, no turning back. Wood on his