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Picture a man
Eyes rolled back,  looking
upward.
Picture a sky, dark clouds
closing in.
Picture a veil rent in two.
Picture a soldier, a spear
in his hand.
Picture the Blood
spilling onto the land.
Picture the Father, His Son
hurt and bleeding;
Picture a tear, from a heart
that is breaking.
Picture a nail
pinning feet to a tree.
Picture a crown
made of thorns,
but no jewels.
Picture our King,
Naked!
BRUISED!
FORSAKEN!
Then...
Picture yourself
in His shoes.
This beautiful poem was
written by my mother in
1975.