Bloody, without life and laying down
The vision of Christ nailed to it flashes in memory
A cross
Alone, wet, and hated
Better without Christ on it; nothing is better though
All things, for now, seem dead and lifeless
I look upon that empty cross
I am angry, heartbroken, and hopeless
That cross is home to all my heartache
That cross is terrible
That empty cross took my hope in everything
In anything
That empty cross took my Jesus from me
My Jesus
Bloody, without life, laying down
For now….
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