The Guilty Stain

The Guilty Stain of the God-slayers
A poem by Joseph J. Pote

It began in the Garden of Eden,
With fruit from the forbidden tree.
Adam chose to disobey God,
Believing sin would set him free.

No longer desiring to hear God’s voice,
Nor willing to be God’s slave,
Adam conspired to usurp God’s throne,
And claim what his heart did crave.

Oh, the horrible guilt; the burden; the pain!
Paradise lost, and nothing to gain!

Rejecting the morals of his creator,
Seeking only to make himself greater,
Adam denied the Truth of God’s word;
Thus, Adam became a traitor.

Adam displaced God’s authority,
Though God’s Spirit dwelt in his heart.
He slew the best of man’s spirit,
Thus forcing God’s Spirit to depart.

Oh, the horrible guilt; the sin; the shame!
Emmanuel’s dead, and Adam’s to blame!

And so the killing continued.
Cain murdered his brother, Abel.
Fleeing his guilty conscience,
Cain treated God’s law as a fable.

Cain’s hands were covered with blood;
Abel’s blood cried out for vengeance.
Yet God showed Cain His mercy;
Though marked, Cain was not sentenced.

Oh, the horrible guilt; the sin; the shame!
Abel is dead, and Cain is to blame!

In Noah’s day, man’s wickedness spread.
Their hands were covered with blood.
God saw how corrupt the world had become.
He slowed the infection by sending a flood.

One lie leads always to another;
One murder demands another’s death.
The stain of sin just keeps on spreading.
A contagious disease, it infects with a breath.

Oh, the horrible spread of that bloody stain!
We all are dead, and ourselves to blame!

The Israelites sacrificed blood
To pay for the guilt of their sin.
Seeing the stain on their bloody hands,
They confessed the lost state of men.

The sheep’s blood did not remove guilt,
But acted as promissory note.
A lamb’s blood cannot pay for sin,
Nor can the blood of a goat.

Oh, the horrible guilt; the sorrow; the pain!
Who can remove this awful stain?

God gave his word through the prophets,
But all of the prophets were slain.
Killing God’s prophet was easier, far,
Than facing the guilt and the pain.

God belongs on the throne of man’s heart,
But all have gone their own way.
We’ve all conspired to usurp God’s throne,
And now there is Hell to pay!

Oh, the horrible guilt; the sorrow; the pain!
All hope is lost; God’s spokesmen are slain!

Jesus was born in Bethlehem.
Oh, hear the angels sing!
Unto us a child is born;
A Savior, Christ, the King.

Jesus is the Word of God;
God, born in human flesh.
He gave sight to human hearts,
God’s truth conquers death.

Oh, the wonderful joy; the hope; the life!
God’s son has come, to end all strife!

Jesus died a criminal’s death,
Nailed to Calvary’s tree.
The immortal slain by a murderer’s hand;
Now, who can set us free?

Men chose darkness rather than light,
Because of their wicked ways.
They hated God’s truth; it showed their sin.
Darkness conceals the stain.

Oh, the horrible guilt, despair, and shame!
God’s son is dead, and we’re to blame!

Jesus died to pay for my guilt.
‘Twas my sin He bore on that tree.
He gave his life to pay off my debt.
He died so I could be free.

The nails which tore so cruel through his flesh
Were driven because of my pride.
My rebellion was the cause of his death.
My sin thrust the spear through his side.

Oh, the horrible guilt; the sin; the shame!
Christ Jesus has died, and I am to blame!

Jesus, save me from this horrible guilt!
Forgive the deeds I have done!
I’ve removed you from the throne of my heart;
I’ve murdered God’s only son!

When I confess this most loathsome of sins,
I am cleansed from the guilt and the pain!
The very blood which should seal my fate
Removes all my guilty stain!

Oh, the wonderful joy in confessing the blame!
I’m free from my guilt, since I called on His name!

Adam tried to conceal his sin;
He said that Eve was to blame.
We must confess the sins of our heart,
If we want to be cleansed of the stain.

There is a fountain filled with blood
Drawn from Emmanuel’s veins,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood
Lose all their guilty stains.

Oh, what a glorious irony!
Emmanuel’s death brought the guilty stain;
His blood brings the victory!

[Linked to Messy Marriage, Graceful, Wellspring ]

14 thoughts on “The Guilty Stain

  1. Wow, Joe, what a lovely piece! I did not know you were a poet too :). I feel like this would be a wonderful song–I can almost hear it set to music. Beautiful!

    • I don’t do a lot of poetry, and what poems I do write often read more like a ballad or bard’s tale than what most would consider poetry…I tend to lean heavily toward storyline. Still, some things seem better communicated in poetic language. 🙂

      Thank you, Laura!

  2. Jesus was born in Bethlehem.
    Oh, hear the angels sing!
    Unto us a child is born;
    A Savior, Christ, the King.
    The hopeful turning point….the for once and for all game changer a child born in a manger. Great poem. I always imagine hearing the poets voice. Do you record your work? Just a thought. We’re neighbors at the Wellspring.

    • Yes, the hopeful turning point, indeed! The single point of hope in a long history of hopelessness…but what a hope!!!

      Thank you, Lisha!

  3. I was thinking the same thing that Laura noticed, Joe. This sounds like a song! Don’t you have musicians or vocalist’s in your family? Maybe I’m remembering wrong! It wouldn’t surprise me if I was, especially these days! ha! Thanks for this delight for the soul. Just beautiful!

    • Yes, you’re remembering correctly. Several talented musicians and vocalists among my siblings…not to mention my very talented children, nieces and nephews.

      That’s a good idea…I’ll consider talking to one of them about possibly setting this to music.

      I’m so glad it was a blessing to you.

      Thank you, Beth!

  4. Hey – just a quick note to say I’ve been missing your voice. This is quite the poem, btw. You’re so patient to have worked all that out in rhyme.

    • Thank you, Brandee! I appreciate you, my friend.

      Life has been hectic but good, lately…too busy living to find time for documenting…

      Blessings to you and your family!

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