“He drank the cup,
I could not drink.
He walked the road,
Dust on His feet.
He washed me clean,
Opening the door,
To spend time with
“And they were on the road, going up to Jerusalem,
and Jesus was walking ahead of them…saying,
“…the Son of man will be delivered over to the chief priests and scribes, and they will condemn him to death…they will mock him and spit on him, and flog him and kill him. And after three days he will rise.” Mark 10:32-34 (ESV)
Poem by denisebalog©2016
Images captured by denisebalog©2018
Nazareth Village in Nazareth, Israel