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Naked! before every eye, Head hanging down, no asking why?

Bleeding! drop by drop, Arms stretched wide, no begging stop!

Dying! very last breath, Palms turned up, no cheating death.

He hung out in our lives, For us to hang out in His death.

There is no rhyme in that, But there is a good reason.

To be so empty and still so full Like He, so vulnerable.

Luke 23

This incredible painting by Spanish artist Raúl Berzosa Fernández

depicts the image in this poem perfectly.

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