Isn't she beautiful and lovely?
Isn't she so pure and gentle?
Unknown and hidden,
Quiet and reposeful,
Tenderly planted by her Father's Hands
O people, please.
Do not trample her down.
Do not rush in her inner sanctum with your
shoes on.
Covered with blood and mud,
Alone she groans,
Groans in her silence.
O the old rugged Cross,
and the Lamb crucified!
Is she dead?
"No, my child.
This shall not end in death
but lead to the Resurrection."
written by Kinuko
picture from here
