Who were the ones that crucified you?
The ones that with huge nails pierced your hands
and your feet to keep your body fixed on a wooden cross?
Was it the Jews?
Was it the Romans?
Who were the ones that with thorns crowned your head,
And forced you to carry a heavy cross?
A cross so heavy that on your shoulders you carried with pain?
Three times you fell and stood up again,
and blood and sweat with tears in her eyes,
your mother wiped them out.
Tell me Lord:
Who really killed you?
With your knees cut by stones,
your back bleeding by the whip,
and you did not even complain!
Why Lord?
They spit on your face, they pulled your beard,
They pushed you, they insulted and slapped you,
But tell me Lord: Why did you forbear?
Who did it?
Who really killed you?
I don’t think it was the Jews or the Romans.
I think that because of all my sins,
You died on the cross, for me! Then.. ..
I was the one who killed you!
Like a sheep you left yourself be guided to the slaughterhouse!
Being able to destory them,
you should show them that the powers are yours!
But you only show them humbleness!
Just at one word of yours,
You could have had revenge!
You could have shown them,
That with you, nobody could play!
But then.. .. ..
Who in order to forgive me would have died for me?
With so much sin, nobody could have saved me!
I owe myself to You!
Thank you Jesus!
To die for all mankind on the cross!
Blessed You will be forever!
S. de C.
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