I wonder how heavy the cross was, that Jesus carried just for us. I wonder how He must have felt that night, was His heart full of fright? I wonder how tired He must have been, to carry the cross with all of our sins. I wonder how Jesus felt, to be tortured by a spikey belt. I wonder or He felt like guitting, especially when they started spitting, I wonder if there were children there, to watch and cry or just to stare. I wonder what I would have done, could I just stay around while they made fun of my Lord who died for me? Why could they not see that He died for you and me? I wonder how Mary, His mother, felt inside, when the witnesses lied. Did she think she should have been the one who died? I wonder if Mary remembered the days of holding here Son and watching Him play. I wonder if the disciples stood still to watch their best friend trudgeing the cross up the hill. I wonder if their hearts shed tears or did God take away their fears? I wonder how it must have been early that morning in the cave to see that our Lord had risen only for our souls to save. I need not wonder anymore for the Holy Spirit lives inside me forever more.
Posted on: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 05:31:03 +0000
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