I made the Man of Sorrows sorry by all my foolish lies. I drove the nails, I raised the cross; I was the reason that He died. Utterly unfaithful then, I added anger to my sin. In a world already dark to me, I closed my eyes and would not see. So I may kick and I may scream, say many things I do not mean. Hold blindly to what is not true but I will not walk away from You.
Just why I choose to disobey, I simply cannot tell. Why I blame You when I rebel and weep for wounds I give myself. Then screaming at an empty sky, I search for You and wonder why. Though I cause you so much agony, You refuse to walk away from me.
Don’t read me pointless poems, friend, don’t diagnose, don’t condescend. Though you may be right to disagree, I need someone to weep with me.
I made the Man of Sorrows sorry by all my foolish lies. I drove the nails, I raised the cross; I was the reason that He died. So, I may kick and I may scream, say many things I do not mean. Hold blindly to what is not true but I will not walk away from You.
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