He chose love

He knew.
And still, He chose love.

 
He knew one would betray,
another would deny,
the rest would scatter.
But still -
He stayed.

He broke bread with them.
He washed their feet.
He called them “friends.”

He stayed when He could have walked away.
He served when He could have withdrawn.
He spoke peace in a room full of hearts that would soon falter.

Because grace,
was never about their faithfulness—
but His.

And that night,
in the quiet breaking of bread,
He showed them what mercy looked like.

In that upper room,
grace whispered louder than failure ever could.

Not in thunder.
Not in judgment.
But in staying.

[Dankie, Marguerite, vir die aanstuur. Waardeer dit opreg.]