YOU

You made the tree your son would die on.

You made the thorns that would pierce his brow.

You made the things that would kill your son,

Yet you knew it all along.

You sent your son into a world full of sin.

Just to save them from their own.

You created many solutions to our problems.

You know the things that will happen,

Years before it ever happens to us.

Lord all this shows you’re the almighty God.

January 1997