We choose red wine, sweet chocolate, a rose
Candle-light dinner, soft music, nice clothes
We choose things of comfort, delightful and new
In our best efforts to say, ‘I love you’
He chose a crown made of thorns, not the rose
Some nails and a cross are the symbols He chose
Candle-light dinner, soft music, nice clothes
We choose things of comfort, delightful and new
In our best efforts to say, ‘I love you’
He chose a crown made of thorns, not the rose
Some nails and a cross are the symbols He chose
Clad in His blood, pierced, suffering, He cried
“Father, forgive them,” then... He died
“Father, forgive them,” then... He died
Janet~
Wow, Janet. This one really moved me.
ReplyDeleteThank-you for your words.
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