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THERE IS NO GREATER LOVE THAN THIS


"For God did not send His Son
into the world to condemn  the world,
 but that the world through Him might be saved...-John 3:17 "
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"Crucify Him! Crucify Him! CRUCIFY HIM!, the sea of mob uproars
yet, my Savior Jesus accused and scorned stood in silence...
Trial done. His sentence announced. The Romans flogged him
with a flagellum, forty lashes spate on Jesus' arms, shoulders
and legs, leaving His body in scarlet rugged ribbons...
Battered and Bruised, they threw a robe on His shoulders,
Placed a reed to His shaking hands and onto his head,
a crown of twisted thorns."Hail, King of the Jews, Hail!",
mocked and joked by the kneeling Soldiers to my Savior.

After that cruel charade with Sadistic aura, the soldiers spatted Him, 
tearing His robe. On the dry... sun-kissed road of Via Dolorosa,
a more than hundred pounds of cross was tied onto His shoulders.
And a fence of insulting people, spitting and laughing, congest on the way. 
Despite that, My Savior tried to walk erect but due to exhaustion
and copious blood  loss, He stumbled and fell for three times.
The rough wood gouge to His already lacerated skin,
bathe in blood and sweats so cold, my Savior moves on...

Atop Golgotha... on the rugged wooden cross lies His long white body
as four brawny Soldiers came closer with ropes, hammer and nails
went to their posts. One drives a wrought iron-nail to His Hands
Rending His muscles... veins... nerves and bones..
My Jesus utters a cries same as the slaughtered lamb and  Mary, 
His mother,folded her face to her arms, she groaned as like 
a lamenting dove. The friction of iron striking iron echoes through.
Hammer, hammer, Hammer! The Soldier strokes unto His feet.

With His Mother is His favored apostle: John, who mirrors horror and grief.
Hands and feet now nailed, they dragged the cross to be dropped
in the grounds hole, into His patibulum: “Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews”, 
Knots of relentless throbbing pain shoots left and right over my Savior
and all around the thrilled crowd below cheered in Sadistic chorus:
"if You are God. We are not afraid of You and we spit at You"
but oh! above all these, my suspended Savior on the tree said:
“Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.” 

Tomb silence reign and time passes by in a distressed deafening rhythm
as tunnel train of tingles jolts and attacks my Savior's cyanotic body--
crippling chill of death rattles and crumbles my Savior's life
All the Maries and the other women weep unto their scarfs
as they heard their Dying Master's one last cry:
"It is finished...Father, into Your hands I commit My spirit"
at 3 o'clock noon that day, the sky marched in salvo of thunderbolts...

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"and this is the condemnation, 
that the light has come into the world, and men loved darkness rather than light, 
because their deeds were evil... - John 3:19"

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2:48 pm, March 29, 2014
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