He felt the anger of the bitter,
felt every bitter pain you held and why,
He felt the hopeless, empty loneliness,
of those who want to die,
He felt the desperation of the cutter,
and why the drunkard yearned for wine,
the torment of age upon one man,
both man and God divine.
I wondered why Jesus would die,
when he had all that's holy above,
but the answer was whispered in my heart,
as a word we know as "Love."
why would I test his perfect love,
when he became my sacrifice?
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