It was dark.
There upon a cross,
Tears and blood
poured down your face.
Nails pierced your hands and feet.
Why did you do this for me?
The thought of that day
makes me want to shudder and hide.
I want to cower,
for the pounding of those nails
Jesus, what did it feel like?
Did you faint with pain?
Did you scream?
Did loneliness enclose your heart?
I wish I could have helped you.
I deserved such pain,
Thank you for dying
Your gift of grace overwhelms my heart
and brings tears to my eyes.
I’m so glad I get to spend an eternity with you,
since I’ve accepted you into my heart.
I wish I could have helped you
and lessened the pain.
The Angels must have felt the same.
And God the Father…
His hands must have covered His face.