Because I Love You
Roman soldiers stood spitting…
Right in my face no less―
And yet I understood, this was
The beginning of the test.
While laughing loudly and mocking,
They tore my clothes away;
Then harshly placed a crown of thorns
Upon my head to stay.
Carelessly, they chained and beat me;
It seemed a contest now…
Who could inflict the greatest pain,
Take courage from my brow.
Now tired and weak they placed me
On the cross still on the ground;
The mallet used to drive the nails
Made a horribly deafening sound.
Then struggling to raise me,
They shoved the towering tree
Into a hole deep in the earth,
And they kept mocking me!
“If thou art Christ, the chosen God,
Thy power let us view!”
But I prayed “Father, forgive them
They know not what they do.”
Then searching, I found my mother,
Tears spilling down her cheek.
I gave her to John to care for;
No words of regret did I speak.
Then humbly I spoke “it is finished;”
I died on the cross that day.
But knowing you needed a Savior,
I knew there was no other way.
“I love you,” He quietly told me;
Then calling me by name
He held out His hands to show me…
Now I’ll never be the same.
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