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The righteous begged and screamed to kill—my condemnation ringing in His ears.The scourgers dug deep trenches into flesh—my pain gushing from His veins.The soldiers hailed the imprisoned King—my shame unclothing Him. The nails fastened Him hard to grief—my sin setting Him to hang. The wrath of the Father crushed Him there—my sentence served. His breathing struggled, slowed, and […]

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The rumble thunder far away the sky gone grey and stone the wind path still…………………like holding breath as sits the leaden, sober stress: I stand vibrant here and live because He bled. For me. – The shrugs and shirks—the lethargy, the bow and bend to idle sins pursued with passion down the path or sometimes! […]