What Kind of Kindness

September 13, 2014

I stand beneath Your Cross today, on which Your blood and water flowed.

Though I see, I never really know how much You love me.

I see the jeering of the crowds, watch You struggle all along the way,

I remember what You said about Your love for me.

What kind of kindness made You stand beneath the blows?

What kind of holiness kept You true to die this way?

I stand upon this hill today, and I grow weary from Your pain,

Though I feel I really never know the awful price You paid.

I see the faces of the dear ones, so etched with grief and bitter tears,

And I'm constricted in my sorrow. Why can't I love You like they do?

What kind of kindness made You stand beneath the blows?

What kind of holiness kept You true to die this way?

I stand beneath Your Cross today, on which Your blood and water flowed.

Though I see, I really never know - how much You love me.