beautiful.

He cried, a black tear fell to his perfect hand. A longing cry fell around his feet as his father’s presence overwhelmed the pain. To death he treads, to the death of sin he marched not for fame but for love. He looked into his father's eyes and saw the mocking lash, but was filled with peace. A calm blue haze pierced the darkness and made it tremble. He only looked upward; this was his final walk alone. Footsteps came nearer, they were coming, he knew this. One last look at his father and he pleaded for grace upon them. He felt his beloved seize him, they bound him and without a struggle or resistance he followed them. To death he treads, to the death of sin he marched. A sting of blood raged up his back, his brow dripped with sweat. But he loved them, this was for them. He heard their anger, he felt their lashes, he carried the weight of their sin upon a cross, yet he loved them still. Mocking tongues crowded his father's voice, his gaze was turned. He looked at his beloved, this was his task. In one weak voice he pleaded once more, "Father, father forgive them they know not what they do." a black sea filled his eyes; the pain went cold on his hands. His head hung low as the final tear fell to the trembling earth. The sky raged with fear and anger. A terrifying shriek flew from the sky. It is finished.