Hearing voices calling for death. Hearing each call for his head. Seven days before each called him messiah, now wanting to crucify ya…. What wonders come from he voices of man when his hopes don’t go as planned. Praising the failings, cursing success, one glorious plan now a lot of messes. Where will you stand, […]Read more "Could we not see"
Pressing into tender crowning flesh, wound with hate and disdain sending rivulets, crimson staining the face of grace. Deep each is ground till our sins between these thorns bound setting upon his lofty brow at last there found. Lashed between words of scorn, burdened greater than man can bear, this host of hope none now […]Read more "Good Friday"
Captured images of long gone hours working righteously in unison for a common goal now revealing only a structures heart. Bereft of souls upon which each stone was cast lay rubble and sand mixed clays. Once where children played, animals grazed as people lived out their days now lizards lounge above snake infested grounds in […]Read more "Histories untold"