why did you have to...
die. for me?
you didn’t complain
you didn’t fight them,
the soldiers that beat you.
you took them,
the stripes on you back.
you took them for me.
you took them, with blood running down,
your beautiful back.
you knew that one day,
i would be born.
that i would need you to take my sins for me,
because i can’t.
i did this to you.
i put you on that cross,
that cross where you died.
for me, Lord?
why me?
you chose me to be forgiven?
why?
i am speechless in you presence Lord.
I sit and remember the story,
of your crown of thorns,
of the stripes on your back,
of your love for me,
of the veil being torn
to set me free.
and finally your resurrection.
you did this to make a way,
to make a way for me,
for me to get to Heaven.
you are so worthy Lord,
yet i am...
ashes and dust.
but you love me so much,
as to die at Calvary.
i don’t deserve it, for i am a sinner.
you are worthy of everything,
you created it all.
you love me so much more than i could ever love you,
yet all you ask for is my love.
you didn’t complain when you died.
for me?
why did you have to...
die.