Friday, June 23, 2017

Journey to the Cross - Writing

When the crown becomes Jesus
By Cambell

Suddenly I feel the edge of a sharp blade slash through my skin. People picking me up. Weaving me together to form a crown. Then I see Jesus. They push me onto his head. I feel my thorns pierce his skin. His blood slowly trickles down his face. His pain is unbearable. My sadness is overwhelming.