Open Poetry #50 |
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I am sorry, Lord |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa ![]() |
19 April 2019 I am sorry, Lord that my fellow humans abused you, violently attacked you, spurned your love, rejected your gifts, rent your heart in pieces, humiliated you, hung you on a cross. I know you forgive them for they “[knew] not what they [were doing].” The nails through your hands must have been excruciating, especially dragged down by your body weight, not to mention being surrounded by crowds, some mocking, some gawking though some sharing the anguish at your agony. The ouch I exclaimed yesterday when I accidentally had one layer of skin of a finger pierced by a thorn doesn’t come within 93 million miles of what you endured for hours until God’s loving mercy lifted you out of it. I cannot imagine what you endured though I try with all my heart to do so, and none of my tears could have lessened your agony. You knew it was coming. You knew what it was, yet you did not even try to escape. You walked towards it and let it happen. You did this for us and at the bidding of our Heavenly Father. I am in eternal awe. Tell me all the ways we can thank you. |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA |
Lovely tribute, Diana. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Thank you, John. |
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