Crucified

Nails driven deep into his hands.

 

Thorns peircing his angelic face.

 

Weak and Wounded, he cries, as they make their way to Golgotha.

 

He lays on the wood of a tree, hanging onto every second of his life.

 

His name is Jesus.

 

Son of God,  and King of the Jews, they mocked him.

 

Spit covered his face, and a purple robe his body.

 

He is beaten until lifeless.

 

Every ounce of his blood covered him, and wounds too deep to fathom.

 

"Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?" "It is finished," he cries.

Reviews

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[K-Monay]

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