By Dave Canovas
How far ahead did you see when your present was too agonizing? How far back did you have to look to remember that you were everything but a criminal?
How deep were those wounds of rebuke? When rebuked, how did you not blame?
How did you not break when they shattered you? The thorned crown, the scarlet robe – how did you take the shame?
When you fell carrying the weight of our sins, did you think us worthy? When you saw your mother, did you find solace in her gaze or felt disgrace?
As they buried the first nail on your flesh, were you afraid? When you were up, did you look down and see a multitude still worth loving?
When you rose, you showed us you are our God and King. But how were you not reminded of ruthlessness by those scars, that instead of counting the cost, you uttered “peace be with you”?
With each question, let me hear your voice, Lord. Let your voice silence my chaos; quench my longing. Let it heal me even for a moment.
Lord, let your voice give me rest.
Guarding Your Heart and Mind 