This Is Jesus
Spilling blood drops, like prisms, catch the burning light of sin and cast away blame from their many facets.
This man, broken, beaten, bruised and torn, still a giant at his darkest moment, and at his weakest point; still a giant, for nothing is more powerful than the act of selflessly sacrificing and humbly serving.
Forsaken, betrayed, beaten to the ground and humiliated he shines.
A battered star amongst men, a beacon of hope in a dark and barbaric time.
This is Jesus, shepherd of the lost, the weak, the diseased, the wayward.
Protector, defender, teacher, meek warrior.
This is Jesus.
This is my savior.
