may I never forget this awe
of what You've done
for me.
The tears behind my eyes
constricting my throat
I knew what you did, but not viscerally - not with cold-chills punch-in-the-gut certainty
I went to Your funeral tonight, Your memorial service
and left dazzled by the hope of Your resurrection
And let us never forget what happened after "It is finished"
His work on earth: complete.
His work of atonement: incomplete
Hell awaited.
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