The Art of Suffering

A man known to many

As pure and kind,

A man known to many

Condemned to die.

A teacher to all

Of God's great light,

A teacher to all

Beaten in spite.

A Rabbi to the lost

No pride in him,

A Rabbi to the lost

Three nails to limbs.

A Messiah awaited

But not understood,

A Messiah awaited

Killed on cross of wood.

A Son beloved

Of the Father's loving heart,

A Son beloved

Forsook by God torn apart.

A Lamb of God

Saviour of the world,

A Lamb of God

Hit with insults hurled.

O that we may know the pain

And suffering that life doth bring!

O that we may feel the blame

Of sin and death our ears doth ring!

O that we might hear the screams

Of those lost in utter black!

O that we might see the beings

Of those damned cannot turn back!

O what pain it must have been

To feel rejection from a Father!

O what sorrow trapped in den

To know your life no more than bother!

What caused this event

To now transpire?

Earning much lament

From hearts of fire?

Why now on day of feast

Did he die?

Why didn't he defeat

Those who lied?

Because of us

Our inherent sin,

Because of us

The Devil did win.

Though only a few days

Passed the terrible event,

His body did not stay

From the ground to sky ascent.

Now in glory

Where he did belong,

Ends our story

With jubilant songs.