“When rowan leaves are dank and rusting And rowan berries red as blood, When in my palm the hangman's thrusting The final nail with bony thud, When, over the foul flooding river, Upon the wet grey height, I toss Before my land's grim looks, and shiver As I swing here upon the cross, Then, through the blood and weeping, stretches My dying sight to space remote; I see upon the river's reaches Christ sailing to me in a boat.” LooksChristSpaceBloodLandDyingRedRiversCrossesSightFinalsBoatHeightSwingsWetNailsSailingGreyPalmsWeepingFoulGrimTossBerriesShiverFloodingHangmanDank Author:Alexander Blok
“If you had never known physical pain in your life, how could you appreciate the nail scarred hands with which Jesus Christ will meet you?” IfsHandsPainJesusChristKnownJesus ChristAppreciateNailsPhysical Pain Author:Joni Eareckson Tada