Being in anguish, He prayed more fervently, and His sweat became like drops of blood falling to the ground...Jesus wept.
Luke 22:44 John 11:35
Sacrifice
Sometimes they roll like rivers
Down cheeks of flush and red
Drops of pain and sorrow
Down a weary head
Sometimes they rise like waters
From places yet untapped
Squeezing out the solitude
And all that is unsaid
Sometimes they burn like fire
Uncontrolled and fierce
Choking Gagging Strangling
Until the wave has passed
Sometimes they freeze like stills
Captured thoughts and eyes
Seeing nothing but all the loss
The endless sacrifice
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Thanks for stopping back my blog, hope you stop by again!
Thanks Mike.
LOL:Wanda
Did you write this poem ?
It's amazing!