Ah, precious son, a faith I have found
As I die on this cross of shame!
It is My love that lifted Me up
To draw all peoples to My Father’s Name.
I was rejected, despised and ridiculed,
And now I’m dying, just like you.
But oh! My friend, it’s not in vain—
Our crosses are really what is true.
Do you know what comfort you give Me
In your fullness of love and care?
Even my disciples abandoned Me—
I’m dying, and those I love despair.
My friend, I thank you with all My heart
For knowing what even priests disown.
Shall I find such faith on earth again
When I come back to claim My own?
When agony gripped my despairing soul,
Would you have stayed in Gethsemane?
My beloved friends—they fell asleep;
Would YOU have watched one hour with Me?
Would you have knelt there beside Me
And held Me as horror swept through Me?
O! how I longed for a human touch!
But alone I had to be.
And now I die on this infamous cross,
Hated and cursed by the human race.
They think to kill the Son of God,
But I only go to a resting place.
And then I’ll rise to give mankind
The blessing of eternal rest,
And you, my friend, because of faith—
You will receive the crown of the blest!
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