Do You Remember?--A Poem

I was thinking of You today, and I wondered:

Your hands, Your feet, Your side--

Do You remember the pain?

When You see the scars,

Does the memory of that pain haunt You?

When I fail, my Lord, does the pain of the spikes come to You?

Do You feel the thorns piercing Your head, the whip striking Your back?

When I lied today, did it hurt You?

Did You feel it, Lord?

Were my words a stripe across Your back, a hammer blow to the spike in Your hand?

When I was angry, did You again hear the curses, the taunts, the rage?

Did You hear me say, "Crucify him!"?

Did I say that today?

When I turned my back on those in need,

Did You taste the vinegar on your lips?

When I held back from You what You have given me,

Did You see me casting lots for Your robes?

Did I pierce Your side with the spear?

A whip, a hammer, a spike, a spear, a crown of thorns--

Did I hold those in my hands today?

Did I?

I am sorry, My Lord, My God, My Savior

Because I did.

I am forgiven because You were forsaken.

My tongue, my thoughts, my wrongful deeds--

They were a whip, a crown of thorns, spikes in your flesh on that day.

But I was wondering, God--

Your hands, Your feet, Your side;

Do You remember?