Sorry this will be a bit depressing...and tomorrow's probably will be too. Sometimes I feel like we rush through Maundy Thursday, Good Friday, and confusing Saturday to Easter way to fast. I like to linger here a little.
You poured out like water
They marched you through the streets.
The look of determination and defeat mingled in your eyes.
They whipped you, spat on you, dishonoured you in every way.
And I just stood there.
I just stood there with an invisible whip in my hands.
And they pierced those nails right into your hands.
And your blood it just poured out.
And that body of yours broke.
And I just stood there paralyzed in horror and confusion.
Death seemed to swallow up life in one big gulp.
All your creation seemed to break in defeat.
Chaos and confusion.
And I don't think any of us understood that day what was going on.
You said you were going to rescue us.
Give us living water.
Abundant life.
But the one, the one whom we love,
The one who we put all our hope in,
The one we put all our eggs in one basket for...Is dead.
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