“How it saddens Me to watch you sow seeds in darkness,
That grow and bloom with much toil, only to bring forth rotten fruits.
I watch with chagrin, held back by a covenant I swore by Myself
Because of a sweet-smelling sacrifice offered by a choice servant,
From judging in wrath with a deluge – suffocating every eyesore
And completely removing the stubborn root of my heartaches.
But how I seek to have you to Myself permanently, spirit soul and body;
So much that even in your spitefulness I opened a door to build a bridge;
I recognised your powerlessness as you revelled in the embrace of perdition,
And stepped forth in a form you could see, hear, relate to, and understand;
To meet your scorn and be despised; To acquaint myself with sorrow and pain
That cuts to the soul and back; And shame so heavy that I could not walk.
To get back what you squandered, I gave up My throne, glory, and breath.
Turn and look at Me; What do you see?
Look at this disfigured semblance on this cursed symbol of shame;
Behold the results…the work of the hands of the works of My hand;
Of spits and slaps and floggings; Of disbelief and fear and ridicule.
Because I spoke truths and mysteries to you,
You level accusations and raise false witnesses against Me.
Because I clothed you in glory and showered you with favour,
You rob Me of mine, cast lots for my cloak, and favour Me less than a murderer.
Because I patiently knit you, fearfully and wonderfully formed you
In your mother’s womb, you happily rip My skin from My flesh,
Carelessly and gleefully drag hooks across My back.
Because I crowned you with dominion and made you ruler of the earth,
You crown Me with thorns and hail Me ‘King’ of a people who despise Me to death.
Because I make you lie down beside still waters,
Quenching your thirst with living waters from the wellspring of life,
You offer Me vinegar, on a sponge, tied to a pole, whilst I’m nailed to logs.
Because I made for you a helper from a rib I took whilst you slept,
You stab Me in the side with a spear whilst I slept.
Because I stretched out my hands to you in love,
You nailed them to a cross with utter disregard.
Oh how you outdid yourselves when I let you.
We’ve come full circle, haven’t we?
Because, now you can be fully Mine if you choose, spirit soul and body;
For you, I’ve been to hell and back, literally and metaphorically.”