Jesus the dying Lover

One step a step towards freedom,
A crown of thorns, they mock me.
The lover you know as your own,
Killed for all the things you try to hide

Blood drops to the ground,
It echos in my ears,
As I take another step towards tribulation.

On His face was pain,
On His face was mourning.
The very tears mocked me,
Me remembering all the times I have pushed Him aside,
All the times I've let go to temptation.

Each slash on His back,

Wrote a story,
Each one He beared for a person,
A people.
I can only imagine the torment He felt!

He did this for me!
Thoughts beat at Me,
"Its all your fault!"
"If it wasn't for you,
He wouldn't have to do that."
Then He takes those thoughts in His Hands,
Crushes them,
And the words flow from His lips "IT is finished!"

He yells "No longer Satan will you torcher MY Bride,
Because she is mine!"
He smiles down into my face,
For when I collapsed out of weariness,
Out of pain
He was there to catch me in His arms!
All this for Love,
How much better can it get?
He whispers "Better still."

Now we stand hand in hand but,
I still look back at that day,
To remember the most beautiful love story that ever took place,
All for me, and you.
He loves US!