pounding.
Sharp thorns, stabbing,
stabbing.
Humiliation, growing,
growing.
His thoughts, on me,
on me.
This public display of
affection is
unbelievable. But
I believe
it. It is true.
How can I comprehend
my King, suffering,
suffering?
All so He could save,
could save.
All for who? Me and you,
me and you.
He loves unconditionally,
undeservedly.
And so I return the favor
by loving others, and
loving Him.
02 Sept. 2010
