Let Me Repent


How many scourges have I laid... Upon His flesh and bone?
... How often have I gone my way... And left Him all alone?
... How many are the cruel thorns... That crown His humble
head... To expiate the sins of all... The living and the dead?
... I crucified my God upon... A place called Calvary... As
much as all the populace... That now is history... He gave
His life that I might live... And my immortal soul... Might
gain the golden glory of... Its everlasting goal... Then let me
kneel in penitence... And hang my head in shame... And let
me now sincerely ask... Forgiveness in His name.

James J. Metcalfe

This poem is on page 176 of More Poem Portraits by James J. Metcalfe

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