He, like a sheep, was silent before His accusers. His precious face bruised beyond recognition. The hard as iron thorns digging deep into his scalp. If only I had that sort of power I would heal myself before I even finished typing this sentence. Yet He did nothing for Himself.
Today is an awful day.
I am so dizzy I can barely stand still. So much nausea I feel as if I'm going to throw up right here on the keyboard. Retching every twenty minutes or so. The knives sticking in my neck. The sense of grinding when I turn my head.