Spear of Longinus
Out gushed the water with blood spilling out
Above the crowd, as my Lord hung above
Doubt crossed my mind as my love I did doubt
Love is in my soul, yet I doubt my love
Spear in my hand and my Lord I did spear
Flood of my misery with a crimson flood
Fear in my soul for my Lord I do fear
Blood of the Lamb is the purest of blood
Will He condemn me; is it the Lord’s will?
Down in history the Centurion goes down
Skill with my spear took His life with such skill
Frown on my face reflects angelic frown
So the question is this; did I love Him so?
Woe fills my heart; am I condemned to woe?










Truly, this poem is splendidly beautiful and your form reaches me in the center of my heart.
Sweetly done, most profoundly. 

















Your skill with the sonnet never ceases to amaze me! this is just...WOW!!! Leaves me speechless!!!

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