Thursday, April 2, 2015

On a Thursday

It seemed an ordinary meal.

On a Thursday. 
In the upper room.

But as the scene unfolded. 
One to betray. 
Another to lean upon.

But He gave thanks. 

He would be betrayed.

And become.
The perfect atonement.
For all time.

So that. Sacrifices.
No longer required.

Only hearts.

And the one at the table.
Leaning on Him.

On the very heart of God.

On a Thursday.

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