Still

Still
Melchor F. Cichon
1995

Even if the sun will pierce My flesh
Still I will embrace the pain
Of the three nails
That will be hammered on My palms and feet
If that's the only way for Me
To be with many carpenters.

Still I will sip
The bile that will be pushed
Between my cracked lips
Just to moisten them.

Still I will welcome
The thrust of the lance between My ribs
If that's the only way to open
Their faith in Me.
And if death claims Me now,
Still I will accept it with a smile
For soonest
I will live with you
Forever in heaven
As it has been written.