Love Poem: The Thief Treatment
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Written by: Okunsebor Williams

The Thief Treatment

AS THE HOUR DREW CLOSE, HIS HEART MELTED CANDLE-LIKE. 
A HEAT THAT MADE THE LORD’S HEART HEAVY. 
A BURDEN THAT DROVE HIM TO GETHSEMANE 
PLEADING TO ESCAPE, 
IF SIGNED, THREE TIMES. 

MY MIND SIGHED IN UTMOST SURPRISE 
WHY SHIVER WHEN HE HAD MUCH LIVER TO SIGN? 
THE MOST ANOINTED ENGRACED WITHOUT END 
CRYING TO ESCAPE THE REASON HE WAS SENT. 

THEN I WALKED INTO SUCH DAY AND SAW
HOW HUMBLE IT IS TO BE TREATED LIKE A THIEF. 
A MAN WITHOUT FAULT STONED WITH MANY ASSAULTS. 
THE PURER THE HEART THE HEAVIER THE GRIEF. 

CREATURES FAR BELOW HIM DRAGGED HIM LIKE A DOG. 
FAR FROM CHILDREN ASKED TO FLOG A PROFESSOR. 
SPITTING AND SLAPPING THE SENT CREATOR. 
CROWD OF NONENTITIES MOCKING HIM OPENLY. 

HE WAS FINALLY LEFT DANGLING NAKED ON A TREE 
WORTHLESSLY IN-BETWEEN TWO THIEVES. 
ALL OF THESE ACTS WAS ALL BY CHOICE. 
NO ONE ELSE CAN PARDON UPTO THIS POINT 

ALL THIS HE SAW THEN HIS HEART TORE.
WHILE HE GROANED AS THE CUP CAME CLOSE. 
SWEATS GREW INTO BLOOD AT EACH HUMBLE THOUGHT. 
SUCH STRENGTH, NO MAN EVER CAME CLOSE.