The Face in the Cloth of Jesus Christ

The Face in the Cloth of Jesus Christ

This could be Him

my Lord

my God

the one who bore it all,

such pain he endured.

yet he never cursed them once.

Not the whip,

nor spit,

not the thorn twisted deep.

Not the iron bite of nails

not the weight of mockery

thrown like stones in the dust

This face

so faint, so bruised by time

still speaks

not in wrath

just in silence.

The kind that wraps around a soul,

and says

“I see you still”

I love you still.

He was no prince of war

no man of gold

He walked in sand, not silk

his hands were innocent, caring

his eyes were kind

his words so pure as his mind.

Jesus Christ pure, and alive.

loving peaceful And still

they beat him

stripped him

laughed as he bled

as though holiness could be broken

as though light could be killed

It hurts to look

hurts to know

this world made a cross

for the only one

who would never make one for us

This cloth

may be linen

or it may be miracle

I believe the face

it could be him.

And I weep

for what they did

and I kneel

for what He gave

Expecting nothing,

nothing in return.

He died

so we could live

and we

so often forget

how he died for us.

Even now he watches

over us. For he love all.

Amen to he who suffered

yet still forgive.

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