“For Christ suffered once for sins, the righteous for the unrighteous, that he might bring us to God…”
~1 Peter 3:18~

Before the prophet died
He baptized me in prison
Not with human hands
But with eyes

As one from whom men
hide their faces aghast
With thirsting to offer
a thief on the cross

All creation hopes mercy
means God stops the pain
He didn’t for me and
He didn’t for him

Neither did he save himself
We hung there, suspended
Criminals in darkness
Kingdoms could see

His blood flow the innocent
river of life, in paradise
restored, adorned
not with a robe

But with heaven’s decree
My Lord there rejected
and covered in shame
He shined on me