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.
