Hey, I just wanted to give you guys some Sunday inspiration. I wrote this poem 12 years ago. It was also published in a poetry book, but I can't remember the title of it (that's bad, I know), but the book is around here somewhere.
Jesus on The Cross
By: Khara Campbell
My burdens so heavily upon your back,
The crown for all the times I’ve rebuked you and abused your name.
A nail for all the lies I’ve told, all the people I’ve deceived,
Another for my jealousy, envy and greed.
The spit in your face for the shame I felt for not proclaiming your name,
Yet your blood was shed so that I may be with Thee for eternity.