I did not hear, though I was called by name.
I did not feel, though tight was Your embrace.
I did not see, though right in front of me.
Though unworthy, You cared for me.
Laid down in comfort, while You’re in pain.
I rejoiced in sin, while You’re in agony.
Refused to repent, still You longed for me.
Though unworthy, You cared for me.
Now, You hanged on the cross
A cross that was for me.
And though late did I repent,
You welcomed me.
Though unworthy, You loved me...
written in a simple language that doesn't make the poem complicated like allot of poems on here. Its really a sad little story but i really like it, i can relate to it. Good Rhyming too. :) looking forward to reading lots more from you :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I thought you were writing about a woman in the beginning.Sorry.