Yeshua wanted to scream, but all that came out of his mouth were whimpers. He tried to get up, but his limbs were glued to the ground. He wailed like a beast, the pain tearing his heart out. Never again would Abba look at him with his knowing smile. Never again would he sing the funny little songs that made the whole family laugh. Never again would he embrace Yeshua as only a father could. And never would Yeshua be able to beg Abba for forgiveness.
He screamed as hard as his weakened lungs could bear, trying to alleviate his agony. He wept and begged God to forgive him. He cried for his mother and his sisters. He whispered sweet words to the brothers he had abandoned. Oh, how he longed to be that twelve-year-old boy again, with a mother and a father, the boy who worked with his father as a carpenter—the boy who was safe.
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