Deep sorrow, great sadness
My heart melts with anguish
Till finally I am no more
Empty, alone, numb, dead
Paralyzed by the paradox of acceptance and disbelief
Stunned by the helplessness
I sit crumpled upon the ground in absolute defeat
This is the dying moment of the cross
The solitude of this solemn moment
When we crucify the flesh
Always causes a strange sense in my heart
A void, something cut out, something missing
Death is eternal, timeless
That is why the dying moments at the cross
Always seem like forever
Searching, waiting, lost
Unexpectedly the breath of life comes in
Always in some way you don't expect
With a sudden rush of life
Filled, joined, electrified, alive
Paralysis transforms into grace and faith
Helplessness into hopefulness
I am lifted up as if I am walking on air
This is the birthing moment of the resurrection
The unity of this joyous moment
When God raises us into Christ
Always brings a fire into my heart
Filled, complete, brought into union
Life is eternal, timeless
That is why the birthing moments of the resurrection
Always seem to be with us
Led, walking, found
To be born again at the resurrection
We must be willing to take up our cross and die
Death becomes life
Nail your sin to the cross
For after the cross
Comes the resurrection
![[pulsating cross]](astar2.gif)
