It's not the Cursed Cross that we find our Almighty in. But in the One who was hung there; pierced, bruised and tormented; All for the sake of Love. For You, for Me!
Looking at the mirror, I could see A lone warrior, Abandoned kid, Hopeless woman who has Deprived soul, Withered heart, And endless traumas! But, Never once I remember went to bed with pain, Because it wasnтАЩt me, He who carried my pain!