Tell Me Why
Why, on the day of his birth,
did Jesus leave his cushy job
of sitting a kingly throne
to enter this rotten world
on a newborn baby's cry?
Tell me why.
Why did Jesus walk hunger's path,
from town to town on weary feet,
having chosen common men
to pace the lonely miles with him?
Tell me why.
Why did Jesus take that cross
upon his back, suffer nails
driven through his flesh,
then hang there to die?
Please, tell me why.
Perhaps,
his heart grieved
that hate abounds
where love should lie?
Is that why?
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