Every thought of Him

An act of worship.

Every look upon

That unseen face

A study of calm

Compassion and courage.

The face marred more

Than any man’s,

Taking barbs

And spittle in the streets.

Pressing onward

To Destiny’s Hill.

Dreading it.

Loving it.

The Mission finished

By noblest act of will.

A Father pleased

Though forced to look away

That death might pay

For every trespass

Ever done.

It’s dark, but

Soon the rising

Of the Son.

My Hero.

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