i am holy. i see your head looking downward. i draw myself close to you, and my pierced hands are both beside your beautiful, framed face whom i created.
tears are streaming down your precious face, and my pierced hands catch your tears. you continue to cry, and i never leave you. i know your distress, and i keep on catching your tear drops onto my pierced hands. suddenly you see my image, me being crucified, and your tears keep flowing . you see my own tears streaming from my holy face. your eyes meet my eyes. you see my crown of thorns and my precious blood pouring down my beautiful 