Mercy

I see His pride,
pride in a man
prone to failure.
All too often
lured by the world.

His hands stretched forth
marked with His passion
and golden crown
rest heavy on my head.

His undeserved smile,
my halo of implication
of the love I desecrated.

I protest.

The cry of silence,
the voice of truth.
His banner is love
flown over me
by battalions of mercy
that storm strongholds
and liberate my captive heart.

SJMC+
(Written: 28.IV.17)

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