Feeling Poetic

Again, something I wrote a while back. Short and simple. A revelation of the Cross. Here ya go.

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Drop of red slipping down Your cheek,

Blood, sweat, and tears flowing.

Crying out in purest love,

The Father's heart groaning.

Veins pumping through nail-punctured hands,

Splinters scraping Your whip-scarred back.

Hanging on a tree for me,

All for joy without lack.

Forsaking Your lovingkindness,

I choose to stumble in the dark.

Yet You say I'm worth it,

Every bloody mark.

I see the world as ash,

As I wonder what true beauty means.

Without a word You answer,

But with a vision that gleams.

A love so pure screaming,

This is not duty.

You whisper in my ear,

This is true beauty.