"I can't breathe!"
We heard him sigh
before we watched the victim die.
While officers stood by unfazed
with hatred in their hearts.
These Roman soldiers felt no guilt
for what they'd done. The blood they'd spilt
could be washed off (or so they thought).
But they were clearly wrong.
His blood would stain and rightly so.
The droplets from his cross still flow
to cover all the sin we hide.
Praise God for blood that stains.
Yes, Jesus understands the plight
of how George died the other night.
His righteous anger burns with love.
Can ours not do the same?