† = ♡ I remember... body weak tears shed a pleading for it all to pass an acceptance of your task I remember... a carrying away the greatest betrayal a wrestle to not settle the anger the restoration the confusion the scatter I remember... the bitterness the spitting at the jeering the thorny irony the look in your eyes falling to my own demise I remember... the beating the wounds the slashing the stripes the strokes all woven your body, a tapestry an emblem of your love I remember... the fear the anxiety the blindness thickness in the air the choosing of one who ‘deserved’ over the one sent from above the washing of knowing this was wrong I remember... the walking to the voices the bleeding blue not understanding you a lack of oxygen an antioxidant intoxicating that image where we praised you, hailed you never seeking to maim you yet here we stand I remember... only one man sought to help the cross is heavy too much to take you don’t faint or hesitate to take your place I remember... you’re at the stage the place where we look upon your face in disdain still in confusion unaware of our own pollution I remember... the piercing hands and feet just so we could be (your) hands and feet bleeding, your life fleeing before our very eyes tiresome needing sustenance but given none fed with a bitter drink of our animosity I remember... our love of flesh not realising how we put your flesh to death yet, it was still your intent still your glory we’re still part of your story I remember... the wailing a mother’s worst nightmare a joining of a new mother, new son His beloved I remember... the giving up ghost the leaving the earth wrestling as proof to what we should’ve known ‘This man was truly the Son of God’ sent from above a display of the Father’s love For Us I remember... the tearing of the veil life becoming life again a symbol of His power the keys snatched away His power prevails I remember... the pain the sadness the mourning The Morning the diligence the walking towards seeking a glimpse to clean and dress but rather being addressed being told - ‘He is no longer here’ I remember... the confusion the zeal the rock running he needed to see he needed to be at the site to restore his sight to know he was forgiven & redeemed I remember... the reappearing the intimacy a woman who loved him, honoured him had fallen at his feet given Him her everything being blessed to see the first to witness Him as 'Saviour' I remember... the doubt the proof the holed hands the pierced feet - not gout the reality he died but he’s alive I saw him die Now I’m touching him And he’s alive? He smiles... ‘Give me something to eat’ Let’s test this further Don’t you see it’s been fulfilled? The Old becomes New Connected by You The Scarlet Thread Your blood worked into every aspect Every aspect of these ‘stories’ we read All confirmed as Prophecy A Love Story. The Greatest Ever Told The Greatest Ever To Mould The Orchestrator The Beginning & The End The Middle - ALL the bends All the twists & turns All the diversions All the hurt You’re there In The Midst. So I remember... How I cease to exist How I cannot live If it weren’t for you My Redeemer My Saviour The Love of My Life Thank you Jesus For dying And for being alive.
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