As we experience pain and sorrow in our lives,
may we come to realize that Jesus Himself has experienced that too.
But His anguish has only turn into most pure Love
that He lavishly offered our souls for eternity...
Where am i
When you are left alone
When people call you names
When you are helplessly scourged
And humiliated
When you are stripped
Of your garments
And hang you like a meek lamb
On a tree
When you wailed
In pain
And there's nothing
you can hold on to
When your blood profusely
Drips, blessing the
Earth immersed in the heat
And wrath of those
who hate you t he most
I couldn't look up on you
For fear of reproach
But you look down
On me
Your eyes full of mercy
You assure me that
You'll never leave me
No matter what happens.
And now i ask
Where am i
I humbly believe
That i'm in your heart
Where i'll forever thrive
In your Most gentle love
That like a rose among thorns
Perpetually adorns
a sweet s cent of grace
that makes me breathe
And dance
And leap
With joy.
By: Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon ©2015
Date Written: September 18, 2015
Date Presented: September 21, 2015
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