How Could It Be

How can it be To see the pain we caused and see you hang for us on a cross. How can it be? Yet you look with love to see the ones who nailed you there. For you to pay the price you did not cause. For all of us was such a gain. You somehow gladly hung there and took our pain. Its beyond understanding why this was your plan. To save such unworthy creatures as man . Yet you look still at us and call us friend. How can it be? That in this plan you included me . You took the time to look and see all of man and all of our need. How can it be? That you chose even such to leave your glory. Knowing way ahead of time we would hate,sin and cause you to the pain and end your life being so ugly. The love you have is unreachable. Yes we question just how can it be ? To give gifts so unbelievable and undeserved, no way to earn the gifts you so freely give. No way could there be a way to say we earned it. Yet you give it oh so free. Unimaginable and yet so true. The love of you Jesus and the things for us you do. The only plan and way you made for us to live a life so new. Incomprehensible it will always be to me. My question of the day is, How could it be Angela Poppert