Just rambling through the forest of life.

At the bottom of the cross, I look up and stare into the face of a stranger to me.

I see his torment, his suffering and his grief.

Not for himself, but for strangers like me.

Who asked him to bear this cross, this suffering, this pain for me?

A stranger who I have never met in flesh, but in my heart I know.

Who loves me unconditionally and is always there for me.

Who asked him to do this, to do this for me?

Deep down inside I know it was me.

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