How heavy it would be to carry after your close friend betrayed you,
but he did it anyway.
How heavy it would be to carry after we freed a murderer instead of him,
but he did it anyway.
How heavy it would be to carry after being tossed from judge to judge as an innocent man,
but he did it anyway.
How heavy it would be to carry after being beaten till his flesh was torn deeply open,
but he did it anyway.
How heavy it would be to carry while we ridiculed and mocked him,
but he did it anyway.
How heavy it would be to carry while we pummel his blood soaked body with rotten food,
but he did it anyway.
How heavy it would be to carry as we spit on him and curse his name,
but he did it anyway.
How heavy it would be to carry with no water in the sun wearing a crown of thorns,
but he did it anyway.
How bad would it hurt to be nailed to a cross while the people you loved watched as they cheered,
but he did it anyway.
How hard would it be to refuse the wine in which would kill the pain,
but he did it anyway.
How bad would it hurt to take those spears for people who want you dead,
but he did it anyway.
He did it because he loves us.
AMEN
BY:HARLEY HENRY FOR MY LORD AND SAVIOR