You have to see past the blood—your own and his
The stinging sweat and the jeering crowds
The voice in your own pounding brain
Nay, voices—
Saying that no king of anything could die like this
Alone and vulnerable in the dumpster fire of all
You have to focus on his eyes
What he sees and what is reflected in them
Love beyond measure/sky without end
And you must listen to his voice
Agony is too small a word for what he has done for us
The fire of the wrath of a holy God
Substitutionary Everything
Nothing left without Him.
Carrying Light 