This piece came to me one morning at church a couple weeks ago and I thought this would be an appropriate time to post it. I chose to use feminine pronouns in this to be a little different and I also felt that it was a little more poignant that way. They say God is neither male nor female, so I figured it didn't matter which ones I used. This tells of what was going on with God during the time of Jesus' crucifixion. I'd love any and all feedback, reviews are always welcome. Happy Easter everybody!

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The Lord's Choice

She heard the pleas, and looked down with sadness in Her eyes and heart. It was the most difficult thing She'd ever done-to turn Her back on one who was part of Herself.

"Mother!" the voice cried up to Her. Her heart pounded at the thought of what was to come. How can a parent do this to her child? How can she sacrifice one child over another?

Every sting of the whip and scratch of the thorn, She felt. Though She didn't have skin to be hurt, She still felt it. It tore at Her spirit, and She twisted in agony, as Her Son did.

Her spirit was pained as the nails were driven into Her Son's body. It took all of Her strength to look down at the scene and not do a thing. She saw Her other children doing this to Her Son, and wondered why they deserved it. She had to believe there was potential, and that the sacrifice would be worth it.

She saw Her Son's earthly mother weeping for Him, and She wept too.

Her every instinct told her to save Her Son from His doom. And yet She did not. It would be soon enough when She would see Him again. She would soothe His broken heart. His body would no longer burden Him.

She wept when it was over, Her tears pouring down in a flood upon the Earth, washing Her Son's life blood away. When She looked up, though, He was standing before Her, with a smile upon His face.

She smiled too, and embraced Her Son. "I am so glad you have returned," She whispered to Him.

Though She let Him go one more time to the Earth, He quickly returned.

They sat at their table, with Her at the head, and He at the right, gazing down upon the world and people She had created. They hoped to see that Her choice had been worth it.

To this day, They still sit at the table, watching, waiting for the impact. She still wonders at times, if it was worth it. Do Her children fully understand? Can they ever? Is it fair to expect so much from them? Only time will tell.