They Don't Know What They're Doing (Because Who Could Have Predicted This?)

Drive in the nails, brother! Fix them well; make sure those criminals can't come down! They hurt us, they hurt us, and they will pay for their insolence. Hoist them up, that's it! for all to see--they embarrassed us, and we'll humiliate them!

Let them drive them in, brother. Let them fix them well; they fear that we might come down. We hurt them--their pride most of all--and this reaction isn't something we should be surprised by. Let them fly us like a banner, for all to see. We gave them good, and they repay us with evil.

Yet the truth will come to light, brother,  and you will see what you have done. When they rise after you crucify them, believe in what raises them. When they continually take the bloody blows from you without a word in defense, and when they keep loving you without compromise, and when they overcome evil with good, believe. Exhaust yourself, because your prideful vitriol will never win out against humble surrender to the Master. And it is he you fight, he you crucify, and he you will bow before. When that time comes, and the power of sin is broken, sink your head and bury it into his chest. He forgives. Die and live again.