notsoemobadger

Here I am. I am lying. Alone. Wounded. Bleeding. This pain I cannot take. I try to walk. I stumble. I fall to the ground. I burst into tears. The tears soak me. Soak the ground on which I sit. It was then that I looked up, and saw Him. I looked into His eyes – and I knew. I knew He understood. He understood every emotion and pain. Tears filled His eyes with compassion as He looked into mine. His body – marred with scars. His two hands and feet restricted to the nails on the cross. Who is this man? This man, with such a pained, yet, compassionate look in His face for me? At that moment He cries out into the heavens …