The open wounds in His skin
His disfigured face and swollen eyes
The weakness in His body
The thorns in His head
The nails that pierce His hands and feet
The blood that flows...
The men, they laugh, spit, mock, and thrust Him upward as though it was every day business. They have not a clue.
We have not a clue.
The pain He endures as He hangs there.
The blood that flows...
The separation
His final hour approaches, as the skies begin to darken, and the clouds roll in, bringing heavy winds.
And He knows...
This pain, suffering, and weight of every sin have been placed upon Him.
And He mutters, "It is finished!"
His last breath is taken.
The earth shakes, the curtain tears in two. His side is punctured...
And the blood flows.
Wrapped in white linen He was placed in a tomb
But on the third day...
He was raised from the dead.
"After three days I will be raised from the dead." Matthew 27:63
All for you and all for me!
"For sin is the sting that results in death, and the law gives sin its power. How we thank God, who gives us victory over sin and death through Jesus Christ our Lord!" 1 Corinthians 15:56-57
