I'm meditating on the cross.
The cross
Which was lifted high,
With my Saviour nailed to it.
Nails which pierced His body,
His hands and His feet,
His skin and bone,
The fragility of His human form.
He hung there
Dying
For me.
He bled.
He tore.
He suffered excruciating pain
and He died
for me.
My words could never explain
why He loves me so much.
If I had been the only person
In this world
He would still have died
For me.
Just for me.
His pain
for me.
My words could never explain
How much that means.
Thank you
and
I love you
will never be enough.
But it's all He wants.