Feel fathomless pain knowing no depth,
Your feet filling shoes trodden in step
With bloody tracks imprinted in sorrow,
Leading to a day without tomorrow.
Fathomless pain beyond knowledge
Few care to even acknowledge:
Instead, turning to themselves for themselves,
Without knowing they cannot save themselves.
We crown (and damn) ourselves for eternity,
As we search for the latest modernity
And fear naivetÃ©. Jesusâ€™ wise irony:
â€œRejoice in suffering, in My death, for glory.â€
Incline yourself to what He offers nowâ€”
Meritless grace, despite us, somehow.
Only confess His name that youâ€™ll abide in Him
Who died in fathomless pain for yours and my sins.