he comes to you showered in blood
his skin torn to the bone
his face battered, bruised, and cut
scars on his wrists and his feet
wounds all over his weak body
thorns piercing his forehead
as the blood spills
would you want him more than gold?
would you love him more than anything?
or would you turn him away thinking he's no one?
would you be too afraid he would stain your carpet?
it's too bad you didn't know
that he has come to you like this
because he bled and died for you
and yet he still isn't good enough for you