I saw streams of blood all over His beautiful face, strands of hair sticking to the high cheekbones. His eyes were closed, His meek suffering filled my heart with deep grief. “You are not dead, you are alive!” I said. I couldn’t watch Him dying, I couldn’t bare His pain, I opened my eyes, I trembled and cried I prayed I could see Him in the clouds, divine! In hope, I closed my eyes but the same vision returned —Jesus, tortured, like dead, crucified once and for all thousands of years ago. My Lord! Forgive me, for crucifying you once more, I know, I know, the hour you said “It is finished! It’s done!”, you invited me to the house of your Father but I still doubt that I am invited.
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