~Aramaic lament, Yeshua Al Meshiac c28AD
The darkness fell that you might have light.
The veil tore that you might see the Holiest of all.
The earth shook that your universe might stand still in the audience of one.
The blood dripped that you might flow in the direction of God.
Every thorn crown pressed that you might live as royalty.
The nails pierced so you too would enter into the Son.
He hung off the earth that your feet might be planted in the heavens.
The spear spilled blood and water that your earth might respond with life and fire.
The wooden beams were heavy so that you and a Cyrene might carry it.
The scourge of 39 fell that your scourge might be taken.
The spittle caked that you might not be ashamed.
The sweat and blood dropped off his agonising brow so that your excruciating pain might have prior expression.
He was naked that you might be clothed in redemption.
The betrayal hurt so that eternity would be faithful to you.
He was forsaken that you might be wrapped up in the arms of heaven.
The scars formed that you might be reborn, smoothe, soft, unscathed.
Then He screamed; that all hell might hear.
It is finished.
But you, you have just begun.
'That anyone who believes in Him should not perish but have eternal life.' ~John ben Zebedee.
For it pleased Him in bringing many sons to glory to make the captain of their salvation perfect through suffering...
No fear in death; no guilt in life. Just love.
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