I was made for suffering.
I walked the path of the righteous.
And held my head up high.
With holes in my hands and feet,
And crowned with thorns,
I weep blood,
I shed tears for my brothers and sisters.
I weep for those who torture me.
I know I am the way, the only way.
And everyday I sought absolution,
To be clean in the eyes of God,
So it could lead up to this day.
Beloved of God;
I am His creation;
I lie here arms out stretched,
And my feet affixed tightly.
I lie here and the Lord is with me,
Yet still I feel the pain.
The Lord is with me,
Yet I suffer and cry,
And bleed and die,
But the Lord is with me.