Down the road to Golgotha,
Down the hall to chemotherapy,
A crown of thorns pierces His head
A needle frightens her and bruises Her hand
Abused and mocked by ruthless soldiers for hours
The last one to leave the chemotherapy ward
He’s scared but willing
She’s depressed but willing.
He knows what is going to happen
She now knows what is going to happen
Nails through His wrist
Drugs through Her body
Every part of His body hurts
Every part of Her body hurts
Death for the world’s salvation
Poisonous drugs for her healing
He feels forsaken by God
She feels forsaken by God
My Savior
My Mother
Holy Week
Fourth chemotherapy session
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