Sunday 16 November 2008

I sometimes wish...

This is a poem that more or less happened to me, during Quiet Day at college. I was quite excited about it. I hope you, whoever you might be, enjoy it.

I sometimes wish you were still hanging on that old rugged cross.
Because I sometimes forget.
It's because you're never on it now
That I forget you ever were.

There was actually that bloody day in History.
Where the brown wood being stained red was probably the most minor change.
Comparitively, anyhow.
Everything changed that day. It had to.
But I sometimes forget.

I sometimes wish you were still hanging on that old rugged cross.
So I could see you. Blood, sweat and tears.
I'd probably be a better person if I could.
But they took my Jesus away - removed him far from the scene of the crime -
Which definitely makes me a better person.

I sometimes wish you were still hanging on that old rugged cross, -

but I'm glad you're not.

4 comments:

Moonstruck said...

<3

*EK* said...

Dave.... <3

RH said...

Wow........

*speechless*

Si said...

wow thats a powerful poem! it disturbed my comfortable soul! seriously! lol

loving the blog, ill keep having a gander every now and again! hope you are well