Who knew the deepest pain a heart could bear and still hold on?
Who knew the shame of being judged a fraud?
Who knew that love could turn so quickly into hate?
Who knew it better than the very Son of God?
Who knew rejection from those dear ones he so loved?
Who knew the grief of being misunderstood?
Who knew false accusations would be called the truth?
Who knew contempt would follow doing good?
Who knew acts of love would bring disdain from those he served?
Who knew a heart could break and still beat on?
Who knew each deed would lead him closer to his death?
Who felt each hateful word pierce like a thorn?
Who cried out, “If it be your will let this cup pass from me”?
Whose tears of anguish poured out from his soul?
Who with determination faced his hardest test?
And resolutely turned his face toward the goal?
Who with determination faced his hardest test?
And resolutely turned his face toward the goal?
Who opened up his arms and cried, “Thy will be done,
Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do”?
Forgive them, Father, for they know not what they do”?
Who bore it all – rejection, lies, pain, grief, disdain?
A broken heart, the thorns, the cross – for me, for you?
Can I not also walk this painful road of sorrow,
Knowing he has gone ahead to light the way?
Truth ultimately triumphs over lies and death.
Truth ultimately triumphs over lies and death.
The Son DID rise to face another day.
Hallelujah!
(Ruth E Cowles - 7.15.13)
