He loves you enough….
To enter this world as a servant only to you
Even though He was the King of Kings
To weep deeply and sweat rivers of blood
As He prayed not His will, but the Father’s be done
He loves you enough
To fathom the betrayal of His friend’s support
In the quest to save the sick, lowly and poor
To forgive the jeers, beatings and hate
By the people He came to liberate
He loves you enough
To be whipped until weak, raw and bleeding
To have thorns pierce His skull, a sign mock Him as King
To caress His humility, as He hauls his burden alone
While those He loved, laughed, heckled and stoned
He loves you enough
To feel the shame of a criminal’s death
As He was killed in the criminal’s lot
A Man who had done no wrong
But given in life, an unfair plot
He loves you enough
To see His last items wagered
As lots were then cast
And He stood naked
Before Roman guards
He loves you enough
To have nails pound
Through His feet and His hands
As they outstretched
Against the abrasive spans
He loves you enough
All the while pressed, raw, bloodied and bleeding
Against rough-hewn timber
Etched into His raw, bloodied back
He loves you enough
To almost pass out, as the cross lifted tall
Is dumped into a hole
And earth rammed in
While no care was taken to steady it all
He loves you enough
To deny Himself medicine
Of vinegar and herbs, even though He thirsts
To preserve His vigilance
As He pleads for you, in His final outburst
He loves you enough
To save one more soul
From the cross next to His
Before going to meet
His Father in bliss
He loves you enough
To pray one last prayer
Not for His deliverance
But to plead with the Father;
To: forgive your belligerence
He loves you enough
To feel bereft
As the Father turns away
To feel the weight of the sins of this world
Tomorrow, yesterday and today
He loves you enough
To stand on His nail scarred feet, pushing up
To not suffocate before His work was complete
To bear hours of agony in the heat of the sun
To have a spear pierce His side, so attest His death done
He loves you enough
To go down into the miry trench
A place of torture and great torment
Of weeping and gnashing of teeth in lament
A source of great sadness to Him who went
He loves you enough
The Prince of Peace
To snatch the keys of life from the hand
Of the prince of this world
And what satan expected he’d command
He loves you enough
To wait, dripping blood upon the atonement arch
While the angels were ministering Him
And to bear it for the time apart
While the Father still couldn’t bear look at Him
He loves you enough
To allow a King’s crown
To cover the scars of the barbs
To wait, as the angels adorn Him
His Righteous robe hiding those ugly marks
He loves you enough
To await, while sandals cover His feet
Masking the piercing holes through His skin
Awaiting once more, until the Father with love
Could finally turn, to look at Him
He loves you enough
That because of Him, the Father can search
Through the dripped blood on the arch
That the Father who can’t look at sin
Can now look at sinners, through the blood of His Son
And because He loves you enough
He projected a piece of Himself
The Holy Spirit
Sent specially to teach of His love
A guide for you on this earth yourself
He loves you enough to bring justice to Gentiles
To not cry out this Elect Man of God
In whom a bruised reed He will not break
Bringing forth justice and truth
To a world who will not tolerate
Surely you know now….
He loves you enough
Even more than enough!
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