personal reality

one night he prayed for me, while sweating blood
when danger came i only fled
what was i thinking when i thrust, that crown of thorns
down on his head
why did i spit on my best friend
why did i stab him with my very hand
how could i have done this wretched thing
abuse and torture, my god and my king

he said, i knew you before you knew me
all of the pain, i could foresee
i knew that someday, i'd hang on a tree
only to set you free
now run to me child, and i'll hold you close
hold on to me, and never let go
i'll show you how to go down the right
it might be hard, but its worth the fight.