Sometimes, I ponder and wonder
Why not for such love grow fonder
One leaves splendor to wallow in gallows
For my sake, a sordid person and my fellows
He came to earth, a child, starts life afresh
Much pains unleashed to his noble flesh
A king humanly and spiritually
Was pilloried criminally
He died for my sake, a worthless goon
I started sinning, a little before soon.
How wicked am I; how unfaithful am I?
His steadfast love pours on me from on high
He remained faithful and always very nigh
I pray from sin and evil always away- fly
Only then will his suffering not be in vain
The agony he endured not the stupefaction of an insane
His pains, aches, blood streaming down his mane.
Designs on his back marks of gory soldiers’ cane
All these for my sake, why must my love wane?
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