Firm hands shake and tremble with effort
Kindly brows twitch in agony
Her gentle voice is torn by another scream – begging – pleading … whimpering
A calm and confident mother, a pillar of so many a life, systematically stripped bare, left raw and open for all to see …
in the water and the blood and the tears.
And she does this for me
– for us
– for this little one now laid bare to a world of pains and burdens, and griefs …
For HE too come in the way of my daughter.
Came for my daughter.
in water and blood and tears.
He came, the calm and confident Son from heaven, to be stripped bare and left raw and open for the jaded and disdainful world to see.
Gentle voice lifted up in steadfast prayer: “Father forgive them …”
Kindly brows crusted by thorn and blood and sweat and tears.
Hands firmly pierced and pinned to rough and callous wood.
And He did it for me
– for us
– for her … my daughter.