Deathbed

Dear Lord, Give me time! I lay adying...
Empty collection plates. Theiving. Lying.
Every day I begged a sign, said I surely would believe.
The sign was already sent, it was the cross.
And now I die, I realize now, sobbing and crying.
Time spent on my life was all a loss.
The Son of Man paid my fine. Reason I was conceived.
Bitter taste of death and satin blood stain.
Having no excuse, but to say I was deceived.
I rejected you and live my life in vain.

But before I lay me down to sleep...
Every day I lie in bed and ponder this wonder.
Did you take the beatings for me?

Thinking of me when torn asunder by the whip?
Tell me Lord, why did you patiently accept.
They tore your beard and plucked the hairs.
You took it to pay for me? You loved me?
I rejected you, and now I take my place,
Among those that disgrace your perfect face.
I lied. I stole. I murdered. I conceived.
And when it came time to turn and trust,
I a fool for saying you didn't love.
I rejected and I did not believe.
And now I die on this bed.
Please, Lord, save my friends.
It's too late for me. I die.

--Isaac D.