Your birth was
so miraculous
The
circumstances so undeserving of You
Your
life was so short yet exactly long enough
To
perform the work the Father had for You to do
Which
was to simply be a sacrifice
For
me.
I
think about You living within me - another miracle it
seems
I
think about those footsteps - not the ones in the poem
But
the ones you trod. up the Via Della Rosa, bruised and
bleeding
After
receiving the worst beating a man has to ever experience
Painfully,
shamefully you made your way toward Calvary carrying your
cross.
Were
you carrying me then?
I
know you were.
I
picture the symbol for Mr. Universe, and the infamous
Thinker Statue:
A
man bent over carrying the world on his shoulders.
You
were My Savior that day, but not just mine - also the
whole world’s.
You
were not just carrying that cross, but the world on Your
shoulders.
What
a weight that must have been, what a heart Your human
body must have had.
What
love. What love.
What
love for such an undeserving people that You created.
What
grace. What grace.
That
only You could bestow upon us.
Thank
You. Thank You.
How
understated that sounds. How understated that is.
But
you know the limitations of us already.
Because
You were one of us, And knew us so well
And
yet You died for us anyway
Willingly
poured every drop of Your love out of Your body
To
save us from our sins
Simply
because You loved us.
Wow!
Wow!
11/24/2002
ã 2002
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