A poem about the crucifixion of Jesus Christ.
It’s easy to forget what Jesus did for us. And it’s easy to diminish his pain. He created us; He gave us life and everything good that goes along with it. Then, his own creation turned against him. His own creation murdered him in cold blood.
Imagine, for a moment, your child turning against you. You did all you could for him. You gave him food, shelter and love. Yet, now, he hates you – without reason. He wants to kill you. Imagine how that would feel.