Jesus on the cross your Father you obeyed.
and were crushed as you stayed
But why my saviour, did your Father hurt you so
Oh He loved and thought of me
when with stripes Jesus died
A cup so painful and so straight
I cannot understand,
How could you your crown fling down
without your glory and like me became
Now Father can I like your Son the same
My cross of pain and wounding offer up to you
like you afflicted your Son
I am not downcast and still love you Father
I still trust your loving hand and
I am close to you when I am so weak
Trusting in you and leaning on you for courage to complete
My life in this world.
I see your glory in heaven where I will be
Where my present pain vanishes and
The pleasure of love to you and worship is forever
Can I stand one more day of hurting and the loneliness of pain
Yes my Father I can for the love of you my reward and my gain
My spirit and my soul soars to you beyond earths realm
Though you hurt me and crush me no harm to my spirit you do
May I delight you as the scent of a crushed rose to you
Postnote: written for some very sick friends
and were crushed as you stayed
But why my saviour, did your Father hurt you so
Oh He loved and thought of me
when with stripes Jesus died
A cup so painful and so straight
I cannot understand,
How could you your crown fling down
without your glory and like me became
Now Father can I like your Son the same
My cross of pain and wounding offer up to you
like you afflicted your Son
I am not downcast and still love you Father
I still trust your loving hand and
I am close to you when I am so weak
Trusting in you and leaning on you for courage to complete
My life in this world.
I see your glory in heaven where I will be
Where my present pain vanishes and
The pleasure of love to you and worship is forever
Can I stand one more day of hurting and the loneliness of pain
Yes my Father I can for the love of you my reward and my gain
My spirit and my soul soars to you beyond earths realm
Though you hurt me and crush me no harm to my spirit you do
May I delight you as the scent of a crushed rose to you
Postnote: written for some very sick friends