GOOD FRIDAY
By derrick Stahl
---------
The hot tears sting my face as they fall down. When will they ever stop? My body is split … tears and cuts cover me, filling me with grief and pain beyond measure. What can I do to stop this pain? My clothes have been ripped, my head has been crushed, my flesh has been torn. How many more beatings can I withstand? My heart aches at the thought of losing someone ... I can see their name, but they do not know who I am. What else can I do to get their attention? This burden is almost too much to bear. The strain on my shoulders makes them feel as if the weight of the world is pressing down on my scarred back. My flesh hangs in tatters, ripped like my garments that were torn from my bleeding body. Blood covers me. So much blood. It's all I can see ... the sky is getting darker ... I know it's almost over.
But there is a greater burden than the strips of flesh that barely cover my bones. There is a pain that reaches much deeper inside me than the physical pain that torments my body. My heart ... a place that can be seen by all if they open up to me ... splits! It tears like the flesh from my back ... it tears quickly, top to bottom, like the veil that kept you from my Father.
Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?
For the first time in all of eternity ... I am split, separated from my Father ... crushed like the broken heart inside of my battered chest. But I do it for you. Your name is in my heart, broken as it may be for the moment, but I am doing this for you. I love you ... and you will never fully understand how much.
Follow me.
But there is a greater burden than the strips of flesh that barely cover my bones. There is a pain that reaches much deeper inside me than the physical pain that torments my body. My heart ... a place that can be seen by all if they open up to me ... splits! It tears like the flesh from my back ... it tears quickly, top to bottom, like the veil that kept you from my Father.
Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?
For the first time in all of eternity ... I am split, separated from my Father ... crushed like the broken heart inside of my battered chest. But I do it for you. Your name is in my heart, broken as it may be for the moment, but I am doing this for you. I love you ... and you will never fully understand how much.
Follow me.
0 comments:
Post a Comment