would you recognize me on the street?
would you just walk by or fall at my feet?
would you complain about your life with disgust?
or would you thank me for dying on the cross?
would you even know it was me at all?
or would you lose your voice from being in awe?
would you notice the scars I wore?
or would you think they are nothing you haven't seen before?
would you give your life as an offering?
or would you just ignore this lonely king?