Imagine being tormented to death in public display,
with no one else to turn to,
with no one else to soothe His pain
with screams so deafening that it falls on deaf’s ears,
and hung on knowing it necessary to endure till the very end
but the journey was nonetheless painfully lonely,
that no one person could understand what going through His mind,
what were His intentions, what were His deepest thoughts,
He had people who worshipped the ground He walked on,
yet in their midst, He knows that they know not of what is in His heart,
which, eventually got betrayed and broken into pieces
He is, no other than He, Jesus.
Jesus the perfect expression and embodiment of God,
went through sufferings, physically and emotionally,
to the degree of abandonment, forsaken by all, at the Cross.
And at the ninth hour Jesus cried out with a loud voice, saying, “Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?” which is translated, “My God, My God, why have You forsaken Me?”
But Jerusalem said, “The Lord has left me;
the Lord has forgotten me.”
The Lord answers, “Can a woman forget the baby she nurses?
Can she feel no kindness for the child to which she gave birth?
Even if she could forget her children,
I will not forget you.
See, I have written your name on My hand.
Jerusalem, I always think about your walls.