Not often, but stunningly when it happens,
I see a minute of Jesus on the cross.
My grief for Him is limited because
I am not gripped as He was with
The joy set before Him.
And as for God watching His Son
Bleed and tremble and anguish,
That does get me closer to
What it cost Him.
I had a dream last night that the
Bad Guys of Dreamland (you know them)
Had come and cut off Will’s fingers.
He was kneeling
On the kitchen floor, bleeding,
And somehow as I absorbed his pain
Into my heart, this weird dream knit
Me together with my Heavenly Father
As He willed and watched the cross.
And it made me love Him.
Heartrending! In both ways you write of. Blessings as you continue to write!