You’re braver than I am. No surprise there.
But tell me, Perfection to imperfection,
Creator to creature, Infinite to finite …
Why did You do it?
Why risk everything on people like me,
Put Yourself in the supplicant’s position,
Set up as Your heart’s desire the one thing
You couldn’t speak into being … not if
You wanted it to really mean anything.
Love.
It’s not like You didn’t know exactly how
It would go down. You knew before
You created that first fistful of dust.
So why did You do it?
Why scrape together that plain, paltry
Mound of earth and breathe Your life
Into it, when You had already seen that
Man would only break Your heart by
Refusing You the one thing You craved?
Love.
Your great, wide heart shatters across the
Centuries, breaking billions of times a day.
You’ll always yearn for those who spurn You.
Why on earth do you do it?
While we’re on the subject, tell me, please-
Perfection to imperfection, Creator to creature,
Infinite to finite-how do You stand the pain?
I could really use Your advice right now.
Love-
How do we give it, keep on giving it, when it’s
Unrequited? How do we bear the jagged,
Humiliating ache of foolish, one-sided love?
Why did You do it?
Why set Yourself up, risk the high probability
Of love gone wrong … and go right on loving,
Pursuing where You’re not pursued? You’re a
Hard act to follow, but I’ll try it Your way.
I’m hurting, Lord. Please, say You’ll help.
