Scripture Cave

When I look to the cross I see a figure, naked, awash in its own blood, unrecognizable as a human, nailed to a tree. And while in his dying breath he prays his Father, creator of all things, forgive those who have done this to him.
This is my hero, my Lord, my Savior who I live and breathe to be like. My life can be nothing till I honor him for his sacrifice, the sole purpose of which is to save us.
Thank you, Father, for sending your son to cleanse me with his blood then send me the Holy Spirit to guide me that I may be like him in preparation to stand before you.
Amen