It Was I

Hans Memling, Crucifixion (1450)

It was I who pierced his heart
I who guided Longinus' thrust
It was I who took part
I who broke the Lord's trust

His heart is thornly crowned
My hands hammered its place
Infamous to all, in hell renowned
The Lord will be just if I'am made waste

The fool, I am, deserves no mercy
But his bleeding heart flows in perpetuity
And I'am compelled to take grace for I am His slave
Oh when, oh Lord, will I forever be saved.

Geminius Iosephus, 6.27.2025