For This Man I Love
From a far distance I see the sun hanging low in shame
I hear the thunder cry as the clouds watch this man die
The tears of heaven
fall violently upon the earth, created by this Son.
I run, I run hard, please please stop! For this man I love
He for me came to show the way
Hear the thunder? See the sorrow of the sun?
Feel the cold agony of
their tears!
Why? Why do ye nail this man to a tree
What sin hath he committed unto thee
Does he not speak of love and peace
Does he not walk
gently by the sea
Here, at the cross I stand, looking into the face of this Lamb
I weep as his blood spills upon the ground before me.
How could they crown this King with thorns
Scorn him with mockery and pierce his side
Three nails driven
into his loving hands and perfect feet
What hate hath driven man to despise such one as this
To cast lots for his garments and spit upon his face
To pluck his beard and
laugh as they give him vinegar to drink
As I kneel at the foot of this cross, I wash his feet with my tears
I dry them with my hair of surrender
I whisper to the life in the blood, Thou art Holy
Thou art my Lord forever more
For thee I live For
thee I will die
For This Man I Love
Written by Rhonda Rhodes
12-7-08