Staring as the blood pours off of his face trembling in the wake of a saint who gladly took my place so I might be saved. Hands stretched for my transgressions without question, his essence to draw me near to the unapproachable presence. "Forgive him!" he cried as I mocked you. I taunted and fought through the soft caring heart who brought truth in the hope that I would be soothed and renewed from the debt I could not pay that was due, now instead I owe thanks to you. Your glorious death gives me a chance for my horrible mess of sin to be diminished, by your last command in your life" It is finished"