The arms of a great tree bent low, not mere wood of a terra cotta sprig, but immense spirals of galactic structure struggled to retain it’s grand order, for evil had made it’s way through cosmic night to settle and nest in a remote corner of it’s canopy.
Winged creatures fled in fright. Alarm echoed a wailing scream! Inhabitants fell by a third as they tried to repulse the entrenched horror.
From a throne high up, was heard a cry. Pain plummeted like a shooting star through the Creator’s mind. For only the Great knew that he had nurtured his most prized possession in the very spot which now lay in the talon of darkest turpitude.
Sap bled from the very heart of the universe, for if evil were to devour the Creator’s prize, it would find a pandora of splendor. Hidden in the human soul was placed a fountain flowing from the soul of God.
Born a baby, God hid it there. Born a man, God would act. Born himself into our frame, God would defeat the devil at the very place where evil had wont
to feed.
Even the blackest shadow must fear the first ray of dawn. And now in the darkest hour of human hearts, glowed a lamp of hope, for when the fangs of evil pierced through human flesh, they struck the very heart of God.
Come to the light flowing from wounded hands and pierced feet. Wash in the blood you find there. A life was slain here, but the Spirit released, kindles tender flames of compassion. Feel the love wash over you as all fear fades, and know you now recline in the arms of God.
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et perducunt illum in Golgotha locum quod est interpretatum Calvariae locus
et dabant ei bibere murratum vinum et non accepit
et crucifigentes eum diviserunt vestimenta eius mittentes sortem super eis quis quid tolleret
erat autem hora tertia et crucifixerunt eum
et erat titulus causae eius inscriptus rex Iudaeorum