Draft After Draft

   Just posting the video or some lyrics on Facebook didn't seem like they'd be enough.
Thinking of the pain of all of Jesus's life helps with my perspective.
I really don't have it that badly.
Not even semi-close.

This is a song by My Epic.

Look
He's covered in dirt
The blood of his mother
Has mixed with the earth
And she's just a child
Who's throbbing in pain
From the terror of birth
By the light of a cave

Now they've laid that small baby
Where creatures come eat
Like a meal for the swine
Who have no clue that he
Is still holding together
The world that they see
They don't know
Just how low
He has to go

Lower still

Look
Now He's kneeling
He's washing their feet
Though they're all filthy
Fishermen, traitors, and thieves
Now He's pouring his heart out
And they're fallin' asleep
But he has to go lower still

There is greater love to show
Hands to the plow
Further down now
Blood must flow

All these steps are personal
All His shame is ransom
Oh do you see
Do you see
Just how low He has come
Do you see it now
No one takes from Him
What He freely gives away

Beat in his face
Tear the skin off his back
Lower still
Lower still
Strip off his clothes
Make him crawl through the streets
Lower still, lower still
Hang him like meat
On a criminal's tree
Lower still, lower still
Bury his corpse in the earth
Like a seed
Like a seed
Like a seed
Lower still, lower still
Lower still, lower still

The earth explodes
She cannot hold him
And all therein is placed beneath Him
And death itself
No longer reigns
It cannot keep the ones
He gave Himself to save
And as the universe shatters
The darkness dissolves
He alone will be honored
We will bathe in His splendor
As all heads bow
Lower still
All heads bow
Lower still