When they came to the place called The Skull, there they crucified Him and the criminals, one on the right and the other on the left. But Jesus was saying, “Father, forgive them; for they do not know what they are doing.” And they cast lots, dividing up His garments among themselves. ~Luke 23:33-34
Just another body to be broken
With callous disregard, a duty done.
The soldiers kill with nails, a deadly token
Of sacrifice borne by the suffering Son.
“Father,” as the mallets fall, “Forgive them.”
“They know not what they do.” They would not hear.
With every bloody death by crucifixion
Their wounded hearts are scarred beyond repair.
They strip Him of His dignity and clothing,
Casting lots for garments cast aside.
But Jesus prays, “Forgive them,” even knowing
There will be no repentance in their pride.
The King, unrobed, wears all the guilt of men:
A blood-sewn cloak to cover naked sin.
(c) 2014 Clay Clarkson