To Calvary...
The weight of the world on his back, represented in a heavy wood cross hard to bear and overtaking his human strength, yet not touching the divine spirit.  He trudges on unwilling to stop, body swollen, marred, and exhausted by mans evil thrashes against him and themselves.
The path gnarly and hard, crooked and unbecoming of the infinite majesty within. The weight seems too much, and man carries the weapon, which both indicts and emancipates him, to the scene of the sacrifice.
The lamb coming to be slain, so that pure blood can cleanse--both symbolically and in reality of what ancient man obeyed without knowledge.
Only time. That's all it seems. But no--all of mans sins running through the life that was ebbing; finding its pathway to freedom through the only worthy vessel. The expression of the depth of love; the hero of heroes giving all, forsaking all, and enduring all, to save us. The cost of companionship, the price of presence being paid one step at a time; the way to life, stumbling along with wood weighing down, for only one purpose--to unite in love. "Greater love has no one than this..."