We did not “understand” the “love” of God

I saw the lines of suffering in your face
Suffering held  until  you understood.
They made a beauty nothing could erase

There is  the empty palette in its place
Through our lives we  hope to choose the good
I saw the lines of suffering in your face.

What we each perceive cannot be traced
The artist in us may choose out of love
To makes a beauty nothing can erase.

Some of us as children were debased
We did not “understand” the “love” of God
Who saw the lines of suffering in your face?

Were we  born into an unsafe place?
Like Jesus  who was killed by Romans “good”
His face  still  has a  beauty unerased.

The holy cross was made of humble wood
We   carry ours but need the help of God
I saw the lines  pain with in your face
And inside that , beheld  your  inner grace

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