Nothing Can Overcome

In the end, we abandoned You,
“He’s not God, just a regular guy.”
Sure some disciples remained, a few;
Most just milled about to watch Him die,
Others leered and spit in His eyes.

Pinned to beams by wrought iron nails,
Blood poured out of His arms and feet.
But their noses were high: “Listen to Him wail!
He’s not God, just a man like you and me.”
So, they added more to their phylacteries.

The weight of the world pulled Him apart.
Each breath wrenched at His limbs.
But something deeper still works in His heart
And not even the worst death devised by men
Can overcome His love and separate us again.

Posted in Perspective, Poem for Your Day, Poetry

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