Why Me Lord?
He knew what it was like,
To anticipate death,
A cancer not within,
But without, in society.
He knew what it was like,
To be passionate,
And meet cold indifference.
He knew what it was like,
To cry lonely tears,
Racking sobs that no one heard,
And knew no one cared.
He knew what it was like,
To be discouraged,
To hope against hope,
That this world would respond.
He knew what it was like,
To pray seemingly unanswered prayers,
Desperate to see some sign of response.
He knew what it was like,
To be judged, condemned,
Ridiculed, and scourged,
By those he was trying to help.
What pain was greater?
The ripping of His flesh,
Or the tearing of His heart?
Yet, with all of this,
He walked with grace,
dignity, and courage,
To lay down His life,
A ransom for many,
True forgiveness for the taking.
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