Truth Always Dies
Surrounded by lies Truth was quiet
He offered no defense did not fight
For silence His life would be the cost
At the brink of greatness all was lost
All His good works, teaching and healing
Why wasn't Jesus begging and appealing
Why does He allow the religious' accusation
By those who know the law but not inspiration
What purpose is served by this laying down of life
A Passover Lamb is quiet before the sacrificial knife
Beaten and bruised, ripped and torn
Stripped naked the sheep was shorn
Hatred pummeled relentlessly His face
How did love lead to such an awful place
Unnoticed tears mingle with blood on the ground
As once again sick sounds of the scourge resound
Mingled with the laughter of Romans and Pharisees
The fate of all who dare to not do what they please
One last chance but all cry crucify
With His fate sealed Jesus would die
Why is it Jesus didn't stop the insanity
Why give His life for undeserving humanity
What went thru His mind with each step He took
At any time He desired mankind He could have forsook
How could He just lay there as the nails were driven
How great this love that made it possible to be forgiven
Today I am surround by many lies
As the weak, wounded and hurt cries
Needing more than religious words spoken
I realize that it is me that needs broken
But as I seek truth I upset the status quo
Soon from the scornful seats the criticisms flow
Never defending myself receiving the clay and spittle
Though they assume much they actually know very little
With reputation gone and respect to
Quietly I go about doing what I do
As others are busy building great ministry
I waste my time with people they can't see
Unnoticed tears mingle with prayer for the lost
Always counting it privilege never counting it cost
The spiritual elite solicit funding for their enterprise
One who perceives the love of GOD on their own cross dies
Sin is always near offering another chance
As it sways seductively in pretentious dance
Offering acceptance if only I would turn my back
On those who don't matter or in social skills lack
From the darkness comes the silent cry of a brother
Again I find myself drawn away from myself to another
Sin always loses its allure when the Cross is your goal
When the love in your heart permeates your life and soul
.....peace.....
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