Sat he, shivering in the solemn frame of mind;
To await his destiny, to which he’d been unkind.
Battered and blind, he awoke startled and still;
For the great mystery of life compelled shameful thrill.
Towards the gallows he strode, knees as weak as seeds;
To repent for his sins, now as tall as trees.
Sat he, in compassionate fervor;
He reached into his pockets, lover
Of mystery, now forever
In praise of one – his savior.