the time had come to make the ultimate sacrifice the bitter cup would not be removed through betrayal and denial you never said a word as you walked to your execution you saw man at his worst your silence spoke volumes and your path was unshaken thorns embedded in flesh sweat burning open wounds tortured by the ones you were dying for hammer to nail nail to flesh blood flowing crimson red to was white white dying breath begging forgiveness for or murders all this for a world of imperfection and sin all for a world that would deny your existence a world that could never deserve grace and mercy but yours abounds unending love for an unworthy world