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 Elena's Humming Soul

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HOLY FACE III

"And when I am lifted up from the earth, I will draw everyone to myself.”
John 12:32




 

Dried twigs were cut off

from the branches and thrown

into the Fire

But who was there

to condemn?

Not even Him whose head was

crowned with thorns...whose hands

and feet were pierced. The ancient

winds passed by—blessing

His Holy Face, bruised and wounded

but the sting of death couldn't take

hold of Him. For His enormous light

shines through the darkest, drawing

all to Himself. 


By: Elena Maria Mana-ay Parcon©2021

Presented On: April 20, 2021



***Author's Note:***

The above poem should have been published
during the Holy week but for some reason,
the words just came recently...finally.
In the morning, just before finishing
the draft, I saw the face of Jesus as
I closed my eyes...it was deformed
because of his bruise and wounds. 
I believe he just sent me the message
to write the exact words ...He knows
I am writing this.


To Jesus be the Glory now and Forever! Amen+




 


 


 







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