Finished.

Suffering. 

This suffering - is a suffering we will never be able to wrap the mind of our own wounds around. 

A suffering our wounds will never come close to enduring.

A suffering, where words- fall to the ground. 

A suffering where the song that is heard, is heard in the screaming silence of His death.

It is a suffering and death that was reserved, for Him -

alone.

Forsaken by His Father-
 so that His last words might be-

It

Is

Finished.


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The music alone, created such a sacred space for me, that my heart was speechless... except for the expression of such a moment.  As you watch, I invite you to let the music draw you into the depth's of pondering-
pondering that which He did,

for you.