nails piercing through my palms. deeper n deeper it goes into my flesh.
next was my ankle, through my jeans the nails drilled.
stuck to the cross, the crown of thorns forced into my temple.
there was my flesh, crucified on the cross, with Him.
out came a little me, dressed in white, extremely small happily smiling.
Jesus was there, a thousand times bigger in size, gloriously dressed in white as well.
what an encounter!
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