Deserter

I can hear the hammer

Striking the nails again and again

Smashing the bone of his hands,

Tearing the flesh of his feet

The pain searing with each blow.

The blow which time and time you give.

Yes, those feet you once kissed.

You held those hands close

Accepting his love you took

That torn body from the cross,

Cleansed your life

And gave your all to the Christ.

The crunch came, a choice to be made

Between Him and the world

Romance came along and you fell

Sliding away from your Lord

Every step you made

Putting Him back on that cross.

May 1989, Bradford, England.

-Richard