my sin

My sins are the nails
that held His sinless body
to that cross of wood.

My hands are the ones
that drove the nails
into His spotless flesh.

My selfishness pierced His side,
as blood and water poured out.

I am the one who mocked.
betrayed.
abandoned.

But the sweetest words ever spoken-
"Father, forgive them"

The veil was torn.
Christ rose from the dead.

I believe.
I believe.
I believe.

I am forgiven.
I am free.
I am Yours.

"He made him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf, so that we might become the righteousness of God in him." 2 Corinthians 5:21