Caught off guard I am thrown back,
Why would He come for me?
I’ve done nothing but drive nails through His hands,
Yet He cares enough for ME to be murdered, so I wouldn’t have to.
Why won’t you come unto me?
My reply is silence; I say not a word.
~Written 7/29/99 by J.D. Woodard
As I realize the love that surround me.
Why would He care for me?
Why would He live for me?
Why would He suffer for me?
Why would He die for me?
What have I done to deserve this?
I’ve done nothing but whip and mock Him,
I’ve done nothing but spit in His face,
I’ve done nothing but curse at Him,
I’ve done nothing but kill Him.
All that He asks in return is for me to do the same.
Why won’t you care for me?
Why won’t you live for me?
Why won’t you suffer for my Name?
Why won’t you die to your ways?
I suddenly feel His arms encompass my soul.
He says, “Your tears have said it my child,
Welcome to my family.”
