Undeniable

I didn't go to the theatre,
I didn't want the agony
Of watching as they flogged my Lord
And hung Him on the dreaded tree.

I spared myself as he did not
From pain and suffering for me;
But when they showed it in my church,
I watched him die in misery.

I wanted so to quench His thirst
And help to carry heavy cross.
I cried with scalding tears for her,
His loving mother's dreadful loss.

Though I have known since a small child
That Jesus died in agony,
I'd rather not have seen the pain
He suffered for unworthy me.

The crosses hung in church and home
Have had the blood all washed away.
Now that I've watched His suffering,
I know the blood is there to stay.

By: Joyce 6/14/05