🎨 Hello, dear artists!
He hung beneath a darkened sky,
Yet in His eyes, no fear, no cry.
The nails held more than flesh and bone—
They held a love the world had never known.
His arms spread wide, not just in pain,
But welcoming the lost, the shamed.
The thorns, though sharp, became a crown,
Where mercy rained and grace came down.
The cross, once cruel, now stands so bright—
A symbol of eternal light.
For in that hour, hope was born,
Through brokenness, the veil was torn.
He gave His life, yet did not die—
For love lives on, and lifts us high.
Ready? It’s a moment just for you. Enjoy it! 🖼️🖌️
