Beaten and shamed.
Struck with fist and whip.
Wore a thorn crown peircing his head.
Spikes in his hands and feet.
Sword in his side.
On a cross, my Lord was crucified.
The only Healer chose not to heal self.
The only Savior chose not to save self.
My Savior.
Your Savior.
Our Savior.
Bled upon the cross, and we take it for granted.
Lord, forgive us all for our sins; bury them in your tomb.
He is alive!
I am alive!
Hallelujah!
What a Savior!
