Questions from Your child

Questions from Your child

How much did it weigh?
A thousand pounds? More?
My sin upon Your back
You carried it up that hill
To Calvary.

How much did it cost?
My sin that You paid for
30 pieces of silver?
Oh much more than that!
Your life.
An unfair exchange for my earned death sentence
Calvary, cruel Calvary.

How deeply did it hurt?
To be betrayed by friend
By me
By those You made, lovingly
To be made a laughingstock
Tortured
Crushed
Calvary, nothing good there, so it seems.

Did you panic?
Regret Your decision?
Lungs crushed — unable to breathe
I would have cried “uncle” and quit
Did You want to?
Calvary, cruel, unjust, painful death.

How could You love me this much?
How could You want such miserable people this much?
How could You choose to take this punishment for us?
What did You see in us to think we were worth it?
Why?
Why?
Why?
Calvary.
Life.
Hope.
Love unparalleled.
Thank You, Jesus.
Love, Your grateful child