Have you even read that bible you beat her with?
Would the man with a crown of thorns approve of this?
He loved with open arms, but you used your fist.

And I have to wonder when I see
All this hate that surrounds me,
Has the Son cried,
Since the day he died,
From all the time times we stab him,
again and again and again.

He wasn't the first to throw the stone.
Not even the last.
So why do we take his place,
and throw so many stones so fast?

Have you read that bible you beat her with?
Heard of the love contained within?
Do you really think he died for this?
To empower you to drive them with fear, hate, and sin?

The tears she sheds when you hit her with her sin,
Are also shed by the Son who gave his life for them.

Please open up that fist you've been hitting with.
And offer up your arms to bring them in.
Jesus suffered to much for all our sin,
To ruin it all by using Him like a whip.

Sat July 12, 2008

Copyright © 2008 Josh Hendrickson