A poem in honor of Resurrection Day...

I am Peter

I am the thankless leper, forgetting the Giver.

I am James and John, claiming honor not my own.

I am Peter, denying my Lord.

I am the disciples, sleeping while He prays.

I am the crowd, shouting “Crucify!”

I am Herod, demanding a sign.

I am Pilate, washing my hands.

I am the soldier, driving the nails.

I am Thomas, doubting the truth.

Until

One Friday afternoon

When

He became thankless,

And He became pride.

He became apathy, distrust, and fear.

He became hate.

He became rage.

He became sin.

And I became:

His.

I hope you had a wonderful weekend remembering the death and celebrating the resurrection of our Savior. 

In Him,

Melissa

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