Holy Week Poem

On that cross,

My sins nailed through your hands and feet,

Pinning you down.

Unable to move, to speak.

The weight of my transgressions held you there-

Too much for you to overcome.

All of my guilt, fears, weaknesses, shame sat upon your crowned head-

Pushing in the thorns,

It was for my pain that you bled.

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Published by raelynpracht

Writer. Reader. Lifetime Learner. Follower of Christ.

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