Looking on His limp body, I know He knows the exhaustion.
My insides feel limp.
His arms span the length of my aching. All of me held together. He says nothing, yet He speaks volumes.
I know He knows— Not a little, not maybe. He knows completely. His eyes have cried these tears.
His heart has carried this pain. So right now He just hugs me
And I need nothing more. A hug that completely gets it. A hug that shields me,
And absolutely refuses my defeat. I look again to the crucifix, And I’ve never before been so thankful For a God who came down to say Your burdens are not to be carried alone.