JESUS IS ON THE CROSS AT MY HOUSE.
(Written this year. Some days are unpleasant, to say the least; however, interesting thoughts sometimes issue forth from hopelessness, helplessness, sadness, fear, hatred & anger.)
Jesus is on the cross at my house.
I see Him when I look in the mirror.
He wonders when He will be released.
“If You are The Son of God, free Yourself.”
“You have many means of salvation at your disposal; choose one.”
Jesus is on the cross at my house.
The food He eats is an abomination.
The thoughts He thinks are an abomination.
Hopelessness and Fear are ever with Him – constant companions,
And He pitiably turns to others, asking for just a little comfort.
Jesus is on the cross at my house.
He keeps trying to do something,
But nothing seems enough or good enough.
He is a glutton for punishment,
And the cross is uncomfortable when He TRIES to sleep.
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