And so was the transference, the owning
the claiming of the death of the innocent
passed from the denial of Pilate
to all generations of Jews to come
raining scorn, division, a curse on themselves
casting lots with Pilate, winning of a sorts
bringing his blood, his death, upon their children
reaping a history of pain, in claiming the killing
of the Messiah they had hoped for
whom they couldn’t see when he lived
March 21, 2008
Matthew 27:1-61 (Good Friday)
Matthew 27:25 (his blood on us and our children)
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