The rough hewn bean stands within the man made and well-worn hole.
A breath is taken and yet the already tired legs falter and the knees bend. The already torn and mutilated back slides down the blood covered wood causing new splinters of various sizes to tear into the already open and exposed flesh. Sending a new shutter of pain throughout the battered body that now hangs upon the cross, each sliver another sin purchased with His blood that now saturates the support beam He is nailed too.
“Father forgive them for they know not what they do.” Comes from He who is upon this cross as He strains upward to get a new breath, once again shaking in pain as the shards of wood dig into His back anew. Each one another one He welcomes because each is a sin He will forgive.