The next poem that I am going to share was written after a very close friend of mine at the time, Alison walked away from her Faith in Christ.

Deserter

I can hear the hammer,
Striking the nails again and again,
Smashing the bone of His hands,
Tearing the flesh of His feet.
The pain searing with each blow,
The blow which time and time you give.

Yet, those feet you once kissed.
You held those hands close.
Accepting His love you took
That torn body from The Cross,
Cleansed your life
And gave your all to The Christ.

The crunch came, a choice to be made
Between Him and the world.
Romance came along and you fell,
Sliding away from your Lord.
Every step you made,
Putting Him back on that Cross.

Bradford, England - 1989.

-Richard