(Something that came to me as soon as I woke this morning that I scribbled down)
My thoughts are with the Daughter,
As She stands strong beneath the cross,
As if bearing it up with her love and strength.
My thoughts are with the Father,
As he weeps above for his child’s sacrifice,
His hand ready to carry his sweet spirit away.
My thoughts are with the Mother,
As Her heart ready to burst with pride,
Her face is his resolve as he bears the pain.
And my thoughts are with Him, the Son,
My Lord and Prince of Peace,
Because of your sacrifice, we know the way home.
Rest now, dear Yeshua, for you are not alone.
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