I wanna feel the nail go thru my hand
I wanna feel the thorns go through my skin
I wanna feel what you feel when i commit a sin
I wanna be mocked and spit on
I wanna be pushed and thru down
I wanna be the one on that cross
I wanna be the one who saves the lost
Hands spread open wide
Why did you die for me?
Please tell me why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem