We witness the dawn breaking over Christ's sacrifice in the hallowed echoes of ancient Golgotha, where shadows stretch and faith trembles.
Blessings, Daniel
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A crimson tide o'er Golgotha ascends No chalice held, a sacrifice. The Holy Week a shroud that slowly rends. Mourning flocks adrift from faith's secure fold. A traitor’s kiss, a friendship bought and sold. Peter's denial, a love that cannot mend. A crown of thorns a cruel and mocking crowd. The weight of sin on Christ Savior, true friend. Through Gethsemane's forsaken shadowed mire. He trod a steadfast soul with love's eternal fire. His final breath a lamented prayer a ragged cry. A promise etched in every gasping sigh. From darkest night a radiant dawn shall rise. Redemption’s hymn a dove takes to the skies. Though flesh may fail love’s covenant remains. A chalice brimming hope never dies breaks the chains.
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