Here he comes while the crowds jeer and yell and shove to catch a glimpse of him…
See him? Is that really him? He’s so beaten, bloody, swollen…
collapsing under the weight of the cross… dragging his feet…
Oh Jesus… I see you…
I look into your eyes as you approach,
though anguished with pain, those eyes are full of life.
I see your lips mumbling… I hear Donna, Donna, Donna…
Love propelling each step…
Do you hear him? Mumbling your name?
We catch eyes, stare, and the love flows…
through blood, sweat and tears…
my lips mumble Jesus, Jesus, Jesus...
Then this morning, after these days of anguish and horror and death and shock…
In the garden, I hear again, Donna, Donna, Donna…
That voice! My heart leaps!
That voice, breathing my name, is here!
This instant I understand… as I breathe in the air he exhales with my name…
love, life, live…
my lips cry Jesus, Jesus, Jesus…
Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in paradise (the garden of God) Luke 23
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