My God, How It Hurts

My God, How It Hurts We have forgotten How dangerous is this man Refusing not to do miracles Abjuring not to love Going beyond His mother's pain Beyond being a good son To do the Father's will. We have forgotten The depth of evil He allowed to drench Him Bleed and bruise Him Beyond all human endurance Gleefully denying Him For whom He was born to be. We have forgotten The love of the Father So fully developed for us He had to turn away At that moment on the cruel cross When God-given life Was given up. We have forgotten How dangerous is this man Whose love was more than life This Son of God Whose promise to us meant so much That He shrugged off death And He arose. by E. Marshall Evans