Reasons

The rain-washed air caressed your gentle cheek,
And off your head there hung a crown of thorns.
From your hands and feet your blood has leaked,
To wash all those below, who left you scorned.
My heavy tree, you held upon your back.
A desperate cry was found laid at your feet,
Since for your glory, all my flesh would lack.
Darkness shone and sin—it left me weak.

Upon that dreadful hour there rose a hope.
Beyond the distant mount there peaked a sun.
For you, the Son of Man, will help me cope,
With dreadful reasons that your death was done.
And to this day insight I have not,
Reasons you have loved—and for me fought.

-Jackie R