I write this to the day he died








I looked up to him and saw he cried







a crown of thorns upon his head







my heart inside had felt so dead







the spotless one who never sinned







but paid the price as if he did








He is my savior, my neighbor, my friend






his love for me will never end








I pray to God to let him live








yet we sin, he did forgive









my heart had felt so close to his







he loved me so, true this is





















High in the heavens is a God above






whom gave us his everlasting love






large as the world is his heart







I cry to him when I feel apart






I heard his voice through my soul






telling me he was my leading role





















He always did the holy deed







I could feel him start and take the lead





in the air, his blood I taste







wherever I ran he always chased






the world is but a spinning ball






compared to it we seem so small
































I smelled the crisp air of sweat and blood





and the dirty pigs playing in the wet brown mud




to send his son to die on the cross






my love for you will never be lost






although my Faith is strong and I am loving





apart from him, I can do nothing