not a pleasant thought, but not as hard as Calvary

when a lamb without blemish was Crucified for you and me

when we have the nerve to say we just can’t comprehend, look down brother……look down sister…….we have blood our our hands

when we scorn the centurions…. remember you hand was on that spear when they thrust it in His side

so you may feel you follow….. in the steps our Savior trod… but you and i will share one one thing and one stain in common forever….

there is blood on our hands…..

i accept and cringe at the sacrifice You made, Father and Son