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His Death

I wish that when
you hung there,
in so much pain
that somehow
my love for You
could have
taken it away.
I wish that I could
have kissed your feet
on that final day;
you would've known that
I was there for you.
I wish that I would
have kissed your lips
and given you some water,
to quench your thirst.
I wish I could
have made it thunder
and smite down
all the soldiers
who hurt you.
I wish that I
could have helped
to carry that oh,
so heavy cross,
and thanked you
for finding me
when I was lost.
And when they laid you
there, so still and dead,
I wish I could have laid
your head upon my chest
and said
"I love you, my Lord".
Then your eyes would
have opened to me
and you'd say
I love you too,
you are saved.

by Dorothy Fontaine