[I'm trying to start compiling a collection of my own sonnets and a collection of Biblical poems, this one just gave me goosebumps all morning so I had to share it. What a story, when you think about it.]
O Stephen, how did you still love
O Stephen, how did you still love
when I stood by to hate you?
When I chose to close up my mind,
not honorably debate you?
For now I face a crowd with stones
to finally end and break me—
The very way that I took you
now God shall justly take me…
...
O Stephen, Stephen, thee I slew
and yet God had me live…
I must rise and do right by you,
go back in, and forgive.
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