I should think of You more often, not only when I’m drowning in despair. But sometimes I’m just down so much because it seems nobody cares. I’m lost in a world of bitterness, pain and suffering(but if these people only knew what You went through). You prayed that God would let You go and miss the chance You had. You knew He couldn’t do that because He was Your Dad. He had a plan for You that day, that day You wore my crown. I should think of You every time that I am down. You suffered at the hands of those who wanted You to die. They took a vote and guess who won? That big Barabbus guy. Then they stripped You of Your clothes, and everything else they could take. They spat on You and called You names. They laughed, scorned and mocked Your name. You knew it must be done. Why? Because they didn’t believe You were God’s One and Only Son. Then they beat and whipped You until You bled, and no one shed a tear. They placed the crown upon Your head and again began to insult. They made You walk on down that road- each step a painful one. I can only imagine how You felt. That cross must have weighed a ton. You arrived at the hillside dripping with blood, beaten, and half dead. They laid You out upon the wood; the crown still on Your head. They took each of Your loving arms and nailed them to the tree. Then they made You a spectacle. A sight for all to see. They nailed a sign above Your head, and they waited for the time when You would breathe Your final breath- though You hadn’t done a crime. As You hung upon that rugged cross, God’s One and Only Son, You cried out to the Father, "Forgive them, they don’t know what they’ve done." Closing Your eyes You breathed once more, Your last and final breath. You did all this to save the ones who choreographed Your death. Here I am feeling down and out, afraid that no one will care. After all that You’ve been through for me, that’s not really fair. I’m sorry Lord, for what I’ve done, and all the times I’ve strayed. I can’t believe that I am worth the expensive price You paid. I promise Lord, that I will change, though I know it will not be easy. Please help me to rid myself of all that sinful stuff. The hurt, the pain, the bitterness that lingers deep inside, the lust, the lies, the suffering, and my precious pride. Please help me Lord, to be like You in every way I can. Help me Lord, to do Your Will, and not the will of man. Lord, when I am down and out, remind me of the time that You suffered a painful death because of Love.... Your crime.
