I weep for you my Lord. But I know you weep harder. I see those tiny messengers. The ones sliding down your face. Wetting the side of Your cheek. Why do You weep for me? It's You that is dying not I. You who are in agony. The pain on Your face, I see it. The nails that bite your hand, the thorns that tear Your brow. I see how it hurts to cry from the black-eye. Yet You don't weep for Yourself. You don't weep out of pain. Those tears are for me. Why? What am I to You. You are God. You brought the universe into existance. You spoke and it was created. Your very word created the sky. I am nothing. A pitiful human, not worthy of anything. Why do you weep for me? It is I who deserve to be up on that cross. It is I who deserve to be beaten, mocked, spit upon. Not you my Lord. What have You done but good? You who are so perfect, why do you hang with the immoral? Why are you treated like a thief, a liar? This isn't right. It should be me. Not you. Why did you come for me? I am not worthy. Why my Lord? Punish me, not Yourself. Don't hurt Yourself, don't agonize over my iniquety. It's my fault not Yours. Please Lord, don't look at me that way. I know that look, 'tis the look of Love. At least hate me. Hate me for doing this to You. Hate me for killing You. Oh my wonderous God, it is not the Jews that killed you, it was me. And I am so sorry. Why must it be this way? This is not fair, You did nothing wrong, I did everything wrong, yet You die that I may live. How can this be? How can the just be punished while I the wicked one go unscathed. Should I not be beaten, scourged, and exectued? Then why oh beautiful God do You hang for me, why the look of Love? Please hate me. Hate me for all I've done. Say no to death for me, and live instead. But I know You can't You love me to much. You die so that I don't have to. You make me whole because I can not. You stretch out Your arms to hold me, even if it means having nails in Your hands. Why do You love me so? Wait.. is that the answer? Not because I am something great... but because You are? Then what can I do? Yes my Lord... I will tell them.. tell them what You did for me.. and them.
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
Ghostwriter
Would you tell me how could it be any better than this?
Ghostwriter
