that Road.....

His body battered, bruised..it bleeds endlessly, yet they still whipped him. Merciless they mock Him and inflict pain. There he was beyond recognition, with a crown of thorns on his head..there he was carrying that rugged tree on that badly beaten up body.....

The crowds...they were mocking..stones flung, spiting all over him, yet he kept silent...neither taking authority nor cursing them, as a matter of a fact he loved them, forgave them....with that rugged tree on his back, on what seems to be like a road of eternity...carrying himself to his own death, to that hill they call skull..to calvary.

His hands and feet was pierced,he was wounded for our iniquity...amazing love how can this be, that My King would die for me? On that cross, he utter these words *Father forgive them for they know not what they do.* Those words pierce through the centurion's heart..Surely he was an innocent men. For this day i remember they ultimate sacrifice my Lord Jesus made for me..that i may have the way to my Father, and that i am saved