Carrying the cross by himself, he went out to what is called The Place of the Skull, which in Hebrew is called Golgotha.John 19:17
It was the worn steps that opened my heart, As much as the thought that God's Son died here - So many pilgrims, centuries apart, Wearing down those steps with fervent prayer. What burdens to Golgotha did they bear? What requests, as they stepped up, did they make? The crowd restless, urgent hope in the air, I stepped up, too, with all that was at stake. I touched the stone and lifted my prayer. There was no lightning, no curtain was torn, But the love of the cross still lingered there. Yes, it was there, where salvation was born; Such incarnate faith etched into this place, Where pilgrims seek grace, and show Heaven's face.
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