Jesus Still

Jesus Still

would have sweated blood in an agonized prayer in the Garden, been betrayed by ones He loved. Been struck in the face, mocked, spit upon, humiliated

Jesus Still

would have been battered bruised, dehydrated, exhausted, stripped of His clothing, had His flesh torn

Jesus Still

would have had a crown made of long, thick thorns pressed on to His head, driving the thorns deep into His skull

Jesus Still

would have carried His own heavy cross, made of thick rough wood, to His brutal execution, falling under the weight of the pressure

Jesus Still

would have had His wrists and feet attached to the cross by the driving in of heavy wrought-iron square nails

Jesus Still

would have endured hours of limitless, throbbing pain: cramps, the sting from open wounds, partial asphyxiation

Jesus Still

would have

died

If I was the only one on earth.

If you were the only one on earth.

If His mockers… were the only ones on the earth.