Ode to Jesus

Dull nails, pounding,

pounding.

Sharp thorns, stabbing,

stabbing.

Humiliation, growing,

growing.

His thoughts, on me,

on me.

This public display of

affection is

unbelievable. But

I believe

it. It is true.

How can I comprehend

my King, suffering,

suffering?

All so He could save,

could save.

All for who? Me and you,

me and you.

He loves unconditionally,

undeservedly.

And so I return the favor

by loving others, and

loving Him.

02 Sept. 2010