jeremyhulsey
Jun 27, 2005
Peace was not His purposeHis instrument was painA regimented sufferingdesigned to increase strainI tried to comprehend itin vain to understandthe more I sought the truth to graspit slipped right through my handLoneliness and sorrowbecame familiar friendHis answer to my fainting cry,"Endure unto the end"What was His aim I mutteredwith hope and vision dimI thought that my surrenderwould make me more like HimThen suddenly I saw ita figure bruised and marredbeyond all recognitiona body ugly scarredAnd with my moist eyes gazingthe dawning light did seeHis still voice broke the silence"You asked to be like Me"