Many bulls encompass me; strong bulls of Bashan surround me; they open wide their mouths at me, like a ravening and roaring lion. I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint; my heart is like wax; it is melted within my breast; my strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to my jaws; you lay me in the dust of death. For dogs encompass me; a company of evildoers encircles me; they have pierced my hands and feet--I can count all my bones-- they stare and gloat over me; they divide my garments among them, and for my clothing they cast lots.
Lord, as I read the account of Your crucifixion again this morning, I noted that you did not respond to Pilate's taunts. You said nothing and nowhere in the account is there any indication of You vocalizing the pain and suffering, only that heart wrenching cry, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" Lord, You suffered separation from God for me, an awful separation so that I might be ransomed from sin. Praise You, my Lord and my Master
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