Edward Klassen's Blog – August 2014 Archive (1)

RAMBLING: Where You There?

I stood trembling a distance away and watched as the soldiers roughly laid Jesus on the cross which lay on the sun drenched ground. The blood from many wounds stained the cross dripping into the cracked earth quenching its thirst.

I saw the blood as it flowed from His head on which His crown of agony pierced his noble his noble brow.

I saw the roughly hewed cross soak up the blood from his his torn back. I heard the hammer as it drove each spike…