He shoulders His burden without complaint.

Its smell is comforting and reminds Him of home.

The wood rests heavily upon Him, but He does not falter.

He knew every step before He would take it.

 

His body has become a canvas for human cruelty.

But He bears the weight of mercy with nail-scarred hands.

He does not cry out when the soldiers raise up His burden.

He looks upon them and His love grows deeper still.

 

One day many will claim His name, but few will truly know him.​

They will welcome the stranger among them with shackles.

They will feed the hungry with words instead of bread.

They will love thy neighbor only when looking into a mirror.

Yet He loves them more than they love their own children.

 

And so He cries out “Father, forgive them.”