Author's Note: This came to me late at night a few nights ago. The rhyme scheme isn't particularly brilliant or well-coordinated, but I hope you enjoy it.

This poem begins dark, describing some of the depravities of sin. Then...

the mercy of the Lamb. If you have not accepted Christ in your life, I hope this can motivate you. Nothing would honor me more than getting to be one of the factors for the beginning of your life.

Mercy

Within my womb,

my son was killed.

It was I who sent him to the tomb.

Humanity is my name,

and of it I am proud.

Within my home,

my sister weeps.

This I caused,

and will leave her there alone.

Humanity is my name,

and of it I am proud.

A bullet breaks the night,

but I feel no alarm.

It was I who initiated its flight.

My brother's heart is pierced,

but I do shed no tears.

Humanity is my name,

and of it I am proud.

A woman's voice rings out in fear,

but I don't seem to hear.

I simply grin,

and carry on,

robbing her innocence

with a fall of crimson sin.

Her breasts so tender, young and sweet,

fuel my lust,

in turn her grief.

Humanity is my name,

and of it I am proud.

My dance is lovely,

my dance is wild.

With each layer lost,

more accosts the eye.

Soon not much more remains

before no more secrets try to hide.

The clink of coins,

the hearts of men are just a game,

with the burning of their loins.

Humanity is my name,

and of it I am proud.

I see a twinkle of beauty bright,

in my mind's eye,

it will never leave my sight.

I walk nearby

with a casual glance,

soon, it's within the pocket of my pants.

Weeping of sorrow and a hungry belly.

But humanity is my name,

and of it I am proud.

But then, something strange appears.

Music sweet and delicate

caresses my ears.

But not joy do I feel, but fear.

Instead of listening,

I shut my ears.

A lamb appears,

fleece as bright as the lily's blossom.

Innocence pours off every tuft.

But the sight frightens my with power fierce.

I shut my eyes and turn away.

Humanity is my name,

and I am afraid.

But then...

something new seeps in.

"I love you," it whispers, "to me, you will always be dear."

"No!" I scream. "This is not true! You lie!"

"I love you," it simply repeats.

Angry, I yell, "I murdered, I estranged, I shot and I raped!

"I tempted, I stole, and yet you say you love me!"

"I love you." it repeats, a if it never heard.

In fury, I kick it, but over it does not fall.

"I love you." it repeats.

"You lie!" I shriek yet again. "Leave, and please let me be!

"I tell you, I murdered, I estranged, I shot, I raped, I tempted and I stole"

"All this you have done, and yet I love you."

In disbelief, I lean back.

"Let me show you," the lamb says to me.

It sheds its skin.

I shed mine when asked.

It gives me its fleece,

I give it my skin.

It struggles with the skin,

and falls to the ground.

A change is beginning in front of my eyes.

The shin there is burning,

then fleece there returning.

Where blood, sweat, and filth were,

springs forth the new fur.

My sins are forgotten,

the lamb stands erect.

"Walk with me to the meadow," it bids.

And where he bids me,

I will follow.

My Shepherd is the Lamb.