I Was the Worst of Sinners Here

I was the worst of sinners here,
With conscience cloudy and unclear;
Standing by while rocks were thrown
And guarding cloaks while hurling stones.
Though other hands were stained that day,
With crimson nails and sullied face
I stood my ground, but looked away
From killing he who preached the Way.

Killed so many sinners; but slaughtered many more
Through apathy or compromise, these servants of my Lord
And though I see no bodies or wreckage in my wake,
The loss is counted all in souls I helped to wear or break.

I've made martyrs out of brothers
Never bound to me by mother
Or the strictures of a system
Linking through geneticism.
Siblings intertwined at souls -
I've punctured, skewered, stuck with holes.
Left my loved ones in the cold
And buried them for being bold.

Killed so many sinners; but slaughtered many more
Through apathy or compromise, these servants of my Lord
And though I see no bodies or wreckage in my wake,
The loss is counted all in souls I helped to wear or break.

Neutered gospel,
Broken strides,
Selfish and
Unbroken pride -
Lead me to the
Darkened sides
Of treason and
Averted eyes.

Harmed the witness of the ones
That got ovations from the Son
"In the past," I've heard it said,
But still it's ringing in my head:
The sound of stoning Stephen dead.
So sayeth The Brad...