When my soul was held in the grips of agony, I cried out to the Lord and asked if He knew my sufferings.
“My child, I don’t just know of your sufferings. They have been driven through my hands, hammered through my feet, jabbed through my side, and injected into my brow. ”
The Cross doesn’t answer all of the “whys” to our suffering, but it destroys the fear that all our suffering is in vain. It introduces us to ultimate love and nails the hope of an empty grave–a time to come without pain–into the depths of our heart.
Happy Good Friday
You may also enjoy this other poem I wrote about the crucifixion of Jesus https://alongthebarrenroad.com/2015/04/03/the-day-love-bore-the-worlds-pain-a-poem-about-jesus-crucifixion/
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