The Knight

Imagine yourself
tied to a tree,
condemned of the sins
of eternity.

Then picture a spear
parting the air,
seeking your heart
to end your despair.

Suddenly--a knight
in armor of white,
stands in the gap,
betwixt you and its flight,

And shedding His
'armor of God' for you,
bears the lance
that runs Him through.

His heart has been pierced
that yours may beat,
and the blood of His corpse
washes your feet.

Picture yourself
in raiment white,
cleansed by the blood
of the lifeless Knight,

Never to mourn
the prince who was downed,
For He is not lost!
it is you who are found.

-Johnny Hart

This was a B.C. comic some years ago. Thanks to Janet Holtz for posting it on Facebook.