They called you crazy,
Most of them thought you had lost your mind for sure.
You hang out with prostitutes and tax collectors … and… oh my word….is that a leper?
They arrested you.
They denounced you.
They preferred a murderer to you.
Still, for the joy set before you, you endured the cross.
You endured those nails in your hands and feet,
You endured the crown of thorns.
You endured the sword in your side.
All so that I would know the Father as you know him.
Because of it, I am washed by the blood.
Because of your love, my victory was won on the cross.
Thank you for those nails.
Thank you for the crown of thorns.
Thank you for the sword in your side.
Thank you for the blood.
Angela Wambua © 2013