"O' Prodigal Heart, O' Fickle Heart"

I would not know the way to the cross

If you had not brought me

dragging and kicking

Laying down one's life for someone

who doesn't seem to care

or notice is not news to You

While I was yet a sinner

You died for me

You ask me to surrender
my life
to take up my cross
and follow You

You know much of unrequited love

So much your concern
tho' so many dwelling
beneath Your benevolent gaze
know nothing of You
or either heap scorn
upon Your  beautiful visage


So, today I taste a little betrayal
a minuscule morsel of humiliation
Only a fractional measure
of the shame You
despised for the joy of the cross
when You saw me
On the other side of humiliation's
 gain

You saw me through the
blood-soaked tears

"Let us run with endurance the race God has set before us. We do this by keeping our eyes on Jesus, the champion and the author who initiates and perfects our faith. Because of the joy awaiting him,  he endured the cross, disregarding its shame. Now he is seated in the place of honor beside God's throne. Think of all the hostility he endured from sinful people, then you won't become weary and give up." Hebrews 12;2-3.