Seven Sufferings of the Savior

There are only a few days to go.

Preparations are underway.

Metal, glass and sharpened bones, honed to a razor-like edge.

They intend to make Him unrecognizable.

Yes, this is their pledge.

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Maidens intricately weave the sharp objects into the leather.

Truly, this is an instrument of death.

The High Priest doesn't waste his breath.

His mission is well commenced.

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As the scourging begins, you see their intentions.

They are hell bent on malicious torture.

He groans in agonizing pain,

     And it pierced the on-lookers hearts.

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Flesh becomes harder to find,

       As bones reveal His love for humanity.

Insanity tries to embrace heaven--

        God's Son suppresses His authority,

And armed legions of angels await further orders.

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It's finally over.

Number one of seven.

And heaven is silent.

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The maidens rush in to pick up the pieces...

       Pieces of flesh.

Being mesmerized, they numb their minds.

Surely this occupation requires emotional detachment.

        It's not really blood they mop dry.

                   They lie to themselves.

                              It's just another day at the whipping pole.

                                           But today something gripped them.

                                                        Something seeped into their souls.

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He's not like the other condemned.

          The concrete is dry.

Finished, they cry out to God...WHY?

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Seven places He took our pain.

Seven places He bore our shame.  Seven places...

I hope you can see it.

I hope you can see Him naked and bruised on that tree.

I pray you know that it should've been you and me.

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That was only one suffering. There are six to go.

I want to tell about the double-edged twisted crown of thorns thrust deep upon His head.

I want to speak of the ten-inch long, rusty, railroad like spikes driven so deep that His bones shudder.

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But I just can't.

I can't go on with this.

His love is unfathomable.