Friday…
Pain, splinters of jagged wood,
Digging into a back left torn and bleeding.
Salty sweat burning the wounds on head and body
As You trudge along the dusty road strewn with rocks, leading up the hill.
Stumbling faltering, struggling to rise
As mocking watchers spit and curse.
Then hammers and blows as spikes pierce skin
And agony intensifies its assault.
Until that awful moment when God turned His face away
And You died.
Celebrate the Resurrection here.
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