In the middle of a heavy week

A full week.
He rode in triumphantly
the people crying, "Hosanna" and laying down palm branches.


He'd ask His disciples to the Garden to pray.
and He prayed.
and begged.
and cried.
and
found his supporters
sleeping.

He called them to supper.
the ones he'd chosen.
the ones he'd trusted.
the ones he loved.
and
the one
who would betray him.

And the crowds gathered
again.
and Pilot washed his hands. 

and it echos and refrains...

crucify him...crucify him.

and 
he drank it in...
sin
on sinless lips-the bitterness.
and He stood ...
while they mocked Him.
strength
for when we are weak.
He carried the cross...
the order of operation that equaled our salvation.
He was wounded.
bruised.
punished.
crushed.

and in a week that promised to end Him.
He looked forward to the weekend.
He just couldn't wait for Sunday.


He is not here, He is risen, just like He said... Matthew 28:5


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