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His cloak long stripped off

Lost desire to hide himself

He is here- – your- brother

Strewn amongst the lesser

In miscolored bit of pieces

As if he was pecked carrion

Life rented from humanity

For but narcissistic ravens

Where he bled betwixt gasps

To be laid open and nailed

His faith tattered into tears  

They claimed it was heresy                               

To be so bold with the truth                          

To live and die a Son…of God


Poet of the Light © 2022


14 thoughts on “INRI

  1. What a love the Father has bestowed upon us by sending His Son of whom we are not worthy! Thank you for the wonderful reminder of the life that died for us all. Many Blessings and strength Always.

    He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. (Isaiah 53:3-5).

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