My feet-
Dusty from the bare earth
Crossed together into one,
Nailed like pieces of wood.
My legs-
Reaching the furtherest city
To stand with my people
Before I trudged uphill to die.
My back-
The bleeding woman clung to it,
Her blood dried up before she saw my face..
Before my skin hung in bloody stripes.
My head-
Where I spoke to Daddy
Begging and surrendering like a child
Before I was crowned 'The King of Thorns'.
My hands-
Touching the skin of diseases
And snatching it from my children
Before deep nails held them back.
My breath-
Bringing life to Lazarus' body.
It flowed through his nostrils
Before it left me when, it finished!
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Strength
PoetryStrength is a selection of poetry about an inner spiritual strength. Sometimes when we are feeling most weak, our spirit opens up like a tree within us. Poetry has always been a way for me to express the beauty and strength I see in God's world when...
