Heartbroken
All of my friends have left me
Just when I needed them most—
And yet with but one command
I could call an angel host!
But I’ve been called to do this,
In spite of being alone
To sacrifice all I have
For those who chose to disown
Soon I’ll drink the bitter cup—
Oh Father, take it from me!
Rather, let your will be done
As painful as it may be—
Soon I’ll be tortured and killed—
Shamed upon a wooden cross!
But what hurts the most of all:
My friends won’t help bear the loss!
Heartbroken, here I am—
A lion called as a lamb—
All hope of salvation gone,
Through the pain I must travel on.
Forgive them, loving Father,
For they know not what they do—
I take this path of torture
To bring them all back to you.
© Benjamin Graber
bgraber@neo.rr.com
http://www.findingthesecret.com/
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Writing for the King
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