Feel fathomless pain knowing no depth,
Your feet filling shoes trodden in step
With bloody tracks imprinted in sorrow,
Leading to a day without tomorrow.

Fathomless pain beyond knowledge
Few care to even acknowledge:
Instead, turning to themselves for themselves,
Without knowing they cannot save themselves.

We crown (and damn) ourselves for eternity,
As we search for the latest modernity
And fear naiveté. Jesus’ wise irony:
“Rejoice in suffering, in My death, for glory.”

Incline yourself to what He offers now—
Meritless grace, despite us, somehow.
Only confess His name that you’ll abide in Him
Who died in fathomless pain for yours and my sins.

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