Piercing Poetry...

I am poured out like water,
and all my bones are out of joint;
my heart is like wax;
it is melted within my breast;
my strength is dried up like a potsherd,
and my tongue sticks to my jaws;
you lay me in the dust of death.
For dogs encompass me;
a company of evildoers encircles me;
they have pierced my hands and feet—
I can count all my bones—
they stare and gloat over me;
they divide my garments among them,
and for my clothing they cast lots.
(Psalm 22:14-18 ESV)
The description God gives through David of the rejection of the coming Messiah is one of nothing less than total devastation.  He has no support system; his life juices are totally gone; every bone and joint is out of whack, yet intact enough to hurt tremendously.  He raises his head, opens his eyes, and wat does he see? Eyes glaring right back at Him - no compassion, love, mercy or grace. Just pride and self-righteousness.  What a difference from the looks of wonder He once had as a baby in the manger. What has happened? He lived sinlessly, served sacrificially, and brought truth to a world full of lies.  There He is, mocked, rejected, hurting beyond all hurt, the only one on the hill with full greace, love, mercy and truth.