II
Jesus Accepts His Cross
Lord, why did it have to be this way?
Couldn't You at least have said something?
You were innocent, Your sentence was unjust, You could have
confounded Your accusers - You had done it before.
But You accepted Your condemnation and Your cross.
Their words were lies but You did not argue; their blows were unfair
but You did not complain.
O Lord, I have a lot to learn about love.
Your ways are not my ways, Lord.
I smart under injustice and cry out for fairer treatment.
I roundly criticize the liar, sometimes even the one who tells me the truth.
I complain when someone does me wrong, even though he doesn't mean it.
Acceptance of what happens is not my strong point, Lord.
I always said I would do anything for love of You.
But must I accept the blame for a deed I did not do?
Must I accept punishment when I could clear my name?
Lord, why did You not speak out; why did You accept Your cross?
Is there some secret in silence?
Lord, teach me Your ways.