But that doesn't keep me from trying. He's the latest addition to the stack:
For Me
Beaten
Beyond recognition.
Hung naked,
Ridiculed and shamed.
This was the cost of love.
Nails tearing
into flesh,
Blood falling
to the ground,
Yet He spoke forgiveness.
Death and darkness,
A cold tomb.
The weight of
a separation
never before known.
Large stones and
the power of Rome
fall before the power
of the empty tomb.
Love lives!
Forgiveness required
so great a cost.
Willingly paid
by the Son of God
even if I'd been the only one.
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