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Friday, April 14, 2006
Why
We rode into town the other day
Just me and my daddy
He said I had finally reached that age
That I could ride on a horse next to him
That of course was not quite as wild
We heard a crowd of people shouting
So we stopped to find out why
There was that man
That my dad said he loved
But today there was fear in his eyes
So I said,
Daddy, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why is he dressed in that bright purple robe?
I'll bet that crown hurts him more than he shows...
Daddy, can't you do something?
He looks as though he's gonna cry...
You said he was stronger than all of those guys
Daddy, please tell me why...
Why does everyone want him to die?
Later that day, the sky grew cloudy
And daddy said I should go inside
He said that things could get stormy
Boy, was he right, but I could not keep from wondering
If there was something he had to hide
So after he left, I had to find out
I was not afraid of getting lost
So I followed the crowd to a hill where I knew men had been killed
Then I heard a voice call from the cross
And it said:
Father, why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why are they casting their lots for my robe?
This crown of thorns hurts me more than it shows...
Father, please, can't You do something?
I know that You must hear my cry..
I thought I could handle a cross of this size
Father, remind me why...
Why does everyone want me to die?
Oh, when will I understand why?
My precious Son, I hear them screaming
And I'm watching the face of the enemy beaming
Soon I will clothe you in robes of my own
Jesus, this hurts me much more than you know
But this dark hour, I must do nothing
Though I've heard your unbearable cry...
The power in your blood destroys all of the lies
Soon you'll see past their unmerciful eyes
Look there below, see that child,
Trembling by her father's side..
Now I can tell you why..
She is why you must die...
Thank you Father,
Thank you Jesus
<< *take my hand*
6:49 PM
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