Naked!
before every eye,
Head hanging down,
no asking why?
Bleeding!
drop by drop,
Arms stretched wide,
no begging stop!
Dying!
very last breath,
Palms turned up,
no cheating death.
He hung
out in our lives,
For us to hang
out in His death.
There is no rhyme
in that,
But there is
a good reason.
To be so empty
and still so full
Like He, so
vulnerable.
Luke 23
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