H/T to Bill in Moscow
Over and over we take for granted.He came to show us the way.
The ultimate price to show us God's love.
Piercing, Stabbing, Thorns, Nails.
Oh, Lord what have I done to you.
Whipping, Bleeding, Battered, Falling.
I cry to see your shattered body.
To much to see, to much to bear.
Walking, Carrying, Weeping, Mocking.
You keep going.
Please Lord, see my face, tears fall.
Sadness, Blood, Water, Death.
Mother holds. Accepts.
Happy feast day tomorrow, Athanasius. :)
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