the pain, the violence.
The heavy cross, the falling. The beatings, the thorns piercing the skin.
Today oh Lord the scent of vinegar mixed with the smell of death.
The sounds of mocking, and the hammers pounding each nail.
Today oh Lord, the hope of redemption, the promise of life, the displacement of death.
Today Lord the love,
oh the love.
Oh the sacrifice.
A Randall original? Something in it connects with the day. Thanks.
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