{"version":"1.0","type":"rich","provider_name":"hearthis.at","provider_url":"https:\/\/hearthis.at","height":"150","width":"100%","title":"Still Crucified","description":"In broken streets where sirens cry,\r\nWhere silent tears are left to dry,\r\nIn weary eyes that beg for bread,\r\nThe Cross is raised, not cold, not dead.\r\nIn trembling hands that grope for light,\r\nIn endless days and sleepless nights,\r\nThe nails are driven, slow and deep\u2014\r\nInto the flesh that cannot weep.\r\n\r\nNot only once on Calvary\u2019s hill,\r\nNot locked in time, not standing still.\r\nThe Passion walks through history\u2019s door,\r\nAnd bleeds upon the shattered floor.\r\n\r\n**Still crucified among the poor,\r\nStill begging at the closed-up door.\r\nIn every outcast, crushed and torn,\r\nThe Son of Man is crowned with thorns.\r\nYet from the grave a promise rises high:\r\nThat perfect love was never born to die.\r\nWhere hope seems buried, life begins\u2014\r\nThe Resurrection breathes within.**\r\n\r\nIn crowded camps and border lines,\r\nIn hidden rooms where shadows shine,\r\nIn children robbed of stolen years,\r\nIn mothers worn by heavy fears,\r\nThe wood is rough, the sky grows dim,\r\nThe ancient hymn grows faint and thin.\r\nA thirsty voice still whispers, \u201cWhy?\u201d\r\nAs justice turns a blinded eye.\r\n\r\nThe body broken is not alone,\r\nFor every wound is heaven\u2019s own.\r\nWhat\u2019s done to the least and to the small\r\nIs laid before the heart of all.\r\n\r\n**Still crucified among the poor,\r\nStill begging at the closed-up door.\r\nIn every prisoner, sick and shamed,\r\nThe Holy One is bruised, unnamed.\r\nYet from the grave a promise rises high:\r\nThat perfect love was never born to die.\r\nWhere death has spoken, light begins\u2014\r\nThe Resurrection stirs within.**\r\n\r\nThere is a garden past the night,\r\nThere is a dawn beyond the fight.\r\nThe buried seed, the shattered grain,\r\nWill rise through sorrow, loss, and pain.\r\nThe hands once pierced now lift the weak,\r\nThe risen breath gives voice to speak.\r\nNo grave can hold what love has sown\u2014\r\nNo tear is lost, no cry unknown.\r\n\r\nIn simple acts of bread once shared,\r\nIn patient hearts that choose to care,\r\nIn steadfast love that stands nearby,\r\nRefusing to just look away,\r\nThe stone begins to roll aside,\r\nAnd morning breaks the dark of night.\r\nFor every cross the poor endure\r\nBecomes a path to make us pure.\r\n\r\n**Still crucified among the poor,\r\nStill begging at the closed-up door.\r\nIn every prisoner, sick and shamed,\r\nThe Holy One is bruised, unnamed.\r\nYet from the grave a promise rises high:\r\nThat perfect love was never born to die.\r\nWhere death has spoken, light begins\u2014\r\nThe Resurrection stirs within.**\r\n\r\n**Still crucified among the poor,\r\nThe ones the world denied their worth.\r\nIn every life despised, denied,\r\nThe Living Christ is crucified.\r\nBut Easter breathes where wounds have been\u2014\r\nA fire no darkness can contain.\r\nThe poor shall rise, their chains undone;\r\nThe morning breaks, the night is gone.**","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/img.hearthis.at\/5\/6\/0\/_\/uploads\/11371644\/image_track\/13895145\/w1200_h628_q70_ptrue_v2_m1771568892----cropped_1771568888065.jpg?m=1771568892","thumbnail_width":1200,"thumbnail_height":628,"html":"