Tiny lights flicker at your feet,
the flames of sheol, hungry hoping for a meal.
Surrounded by the masses of people;
taunting, jeering, insulting, mesmerized.
Your blood, trickling down your face from tiny thorns;
the crown meant to mock you, torture and humiliate.
Your blood, dripping to the ground;
from hands and feet nailed into place.
You took your place;
lovingingly stretched out your arms,
the whole world to embrace.
You knew it was coming,
you knew how bad it would be,
you took the lashes, the beating
you took the nails.
You took it all for me.
I do not deserve this,
You did not deserve that.
The thorns of my frivolity pierced your brow.
The lashes of my ambivalence tore at your back.
The nails of my sins hammered into your flesh.
You did all that for me; for me.
I do not understand this love; the depths of where it comes from.
I do not understand why or how you could love me.
I only know that you do; I see the cross and I know.
You gave up everthing so that I might receive everything.
There on the cross you handed it all to me;
all mine to have just by opening my heart.