April 14, 2006

IF I COULD RETURN THERE

I first met him
On that chaotic day two thousand years ago
That changed the world
?Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews
IF you really are the Son of God, why doesn?t God save you now??
I spat in his face
And I crucified him
I forced my cruel crown upon his head
And embedded ruthless shards of metal
And glass
Into his torn, raw and bleeding back
And I crucified him.
I struck him in the face
And in the stomach
Waited for him to cry
But he just gazed at me
And his only tears
Were the streams of blood
Rolling from his forehead
So I crucified him.
Forgive her, for she knows now what she does
I pressed the cross into his body
And shoved him along the path to Calvary
Where I crucified him.
As malicious splinters lost themselves
In his opened back
I crucified him.
I drove the very nails that ripped through his wrists,
And while he cried out to me,
You will know your Father in heaven because of me
If you just remember, I still love you
And I have already forgiven you for what you have done
I drove the spear through his lifeless ribs.
They ask me today,
?Had I been there?
Would I have helped Him carry His cross?
?Had I been there?
Would I have defended Him against the soldiers?
I always answer yes.
But the truth is, I was there
And I did not love Him
But on the third day He did rise
And He sought me out
Behind locked doors
He called to me,
You, the one who murdered me
Are also the one I died for
And my promise still remains
If you will only let me live within you.
And I know now
?If I could return there?
I would deny myself
And take up the cross
In the name of the One who loved me
Despite all that I had done.