Nail pierced hands they run with bloodI remember when I first saw The Passion of the Christ, the impression that stayed with me was just how much Jesus suffered. I'd read and heard the story in the Bible a hundred times, but the movie put me in that place, allowing me to witness, sort of first hand, the pain that Jesus endured. Suddenly, it was something I'd never seen or heard before. I winced each time the whip dug into His skin, tearing it to pieces. I cowered when they drove the crown of thorns into His head. I gasped when they nailed Him to the cross. I was awestruck. It is and was anything but comforting to me.
A splitting brow forced by the thorns
His face is writhing with the pain
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