By His Wounds

 By His Wounds

I was the darkness

in agitated clouds

floating in

churning turmoil

I was the splinter

in roughly

hewn wood and

the thorns

in a bloody crown.

I was the nails 

that pierced

Your hands, and the

voice that yelled

crucify Him!

I was the sinner

who mocked you, 

Yet You bore my pain

and suffering

and remembered

me.

I was the silence

in the crowd when 

you were punished

for my wickedness.

My well being

fell on you, and

by Your wounds

I am healed.  

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