A Somber Moment

I woke up this morning,

looked at my hands,

stared down at my feet,

touched my side,

wiped gently at my brow.

I found none of the markings,

none of the painful reminders

of a day that became blackness,

when God cried out for His Son,

and it is His Son

who watches over me.

As I woke up this morning,

as I looked at my hands and feet,

touched my side and brow,

and felt truly blessed

that Jesus went through this pain,

to covet my sins and still love me.