Risen

A splinter pierces my flesh

I suffer the pain complaining

He was pierced by nails and a sword

But He didn't complain

Why must He die over and over again

For the forgiveness of our sins

We see the ubiquitous cross

But don't understand the meaning

It happened a long time ago

But it's still relevant today

As we suffer through confinement

Alone in our thoughts about life

There are many much worse off than we

Remember them in your prayers

This is my version!