I, too,
sleep,
while He prays
and sweats blood in agony.
Somehow never see His
anguished eyes
outstretched arms
“Come to me?”
And I, too,
weep bitter tears
when the shame rips my heart,
not after cock crow,
but as the wine burns my throat.
But
He grits His teeth
while we still pound nails
through hands, and weary heart.
And, tears brimming,
He still holds wide His arms.
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That was very touching. It spoke right to the heart of my family’s situation right now. Thanks
Beautiful reminder that I need Jesus’ grace-filled open arms at the cross and every moment.
Yes, Easter is powerful, but only after we realize the high price of Good Friday.
Raw and real. Very beautiful, Melanie. I’d like to share it on my recent post.
I would love that—thank you! (I shared your post on a couple of my Facebook pages.)
My spirit winced at the image of Jesus gritting His teeth in pain while I pounded more nails . . . viewing my sins that way reveals their full ugliness. Your words helped me realize that sometimes I take my sins far too lightly.
Thanks for sharing that, Pat. That’s profound.
Thanks for sharing
Thank you, Elizabeth.
Beautifully written, shared with our newsletter readers.
Thank you, Dave. I hope it speaks to them.