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Time

I just read the story of Jesus death and it weighs so heavy on my heart. I wanted to write and the only thing I could muster, really there are no words, was this poem. Take it for what it is. Broken words from a broken person.

Time:

You were utterly alone, poured out and broken.

Your time had come.

The world did not understand you, they shunned and beat you.

Your time had come.

You had prayed, cried out, and begged for your Father’s mercy.

Still, Your time had come.

You were unrecognizable, carrying your cross to that hill.

Your time had come.

You had to have wondered, questioned, and yet you knew.

This was Your time.

The crushing blows of the nails ripping through tendon, bone and the blood that flowed.

Your time had come.

Your side pierced, yet not one broken bone.

Your time had come.

Your heart bursting under the physical pain and the emotional strain of the sins of this world.

Your time had come.

Yet, You forgave your accusers and loved them still.

In that moment, my time has come.

I am free from the sins that screamed Your name, caused the tears that streamed down your face and the lashings on your back.

My time has come.

I am free from myself, a life of sin and death, an eternity of separation from You.

My time has come.

And as the world watched, waiting, expectantly, on the third day,

Your time came and You saved the world.

❤️🙏 ✝️

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