POEM #1285: Nails

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Don't even think

For a fraction of a minute

He didn't feel the pain

Of the cruel Roman nails

That bore into His flesh

Like unwelcome guests

And pinned his arms and feet

To the hastily carved tree

That hugged Him

Until His final heartbeat

Don't think for a second

When He cried out to God

His despair was an act

He was only playing His part

See the cruelty of the nails

As the debt He paid

To ransom us from disgrace

And save us by His grace

For as the nails were real,

Even as the pain was real,

Even so the guarantee

Of our redemption is real.

Akpan