“How long must I put up with you?”
Jesus’ actions answered his own question . . .
Until the rooster sings
and the sweat stings
and the mallet rings
And a hillside of demons smirk at a dying God.
How long?
Long enough for every sin
to soak my sinless soul
That heaven will turn in horror
Until my swollen lips pronounce the final transaction:
“It is finished.”
How long?
Until it kills me.
Max Lucado
from A Love Worth Giving
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