Good Friday

Throughout the course of history there has been none like Him.

None that saved like Him.

None that suffered like Him

nor died and rose like Him.

He allowed himself to be nailed to a cross

Beaten until he was unrecognizable

Just so we could live at no cost.

He was

Dehydrated, battered and nearly dead.

Do you know that he felt pain like you and I ?

That every single breath was a fight.

But he knew the world needed him so my savior even until his final moments stayed strong.

"It is finished."

Oh those very words were soap to my sins.

My crimson stained heart became as white as snow.

On this very day God turned his back on his son. To never have to turn his back on us.

Oh this day, I will forever

cherish

because I witnessed true love.