And if anyone forces you to go one mile, go with him two miles. Matthew 5:41 ESV

After the first mile that He traveled
He rested on the hay
Where Mary gently laid Him
At the ending of the day

As a carpenter of Nazareth
Ordinary like them all
No one knew that He was waiting
On His Holy Father’s call

To walk a second mile
Ending nothing like the first
Where nails and thorns would pierce Him
While soldiers did their worst

Till His suffering would finish
And friends laid Him in a cave
Not knowing His second mile would start
When He rose up from the grave!

The Second Mile by Peter Caligiuri
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