I want to tear through these nails in my wrists which hold me here because I stole. Now the King beside me has stolen my affections and I’m useless to embrace Him. I want, more than anything, to run to the one I stole from to repent, but my feet are pinned in place.
I want to embrace the saint next to me, but my wrists are nailed to this tree. Cursed. I would give anything. I’ve given everything. I’ll embrace you soon enough, my child.