Tears of Torture

~Tears of Torture~

~Tears of Torture~

The length of our life isn’t guaranteed,
You say Jesus died on the cross so we could be freed,
But why would God let him suffer as the tears of his torture bleed?
That’s why it’s so hard for anyone to believe.

Did he cry real tears of torture
as he walked this earth?
Trying to bring together the
word of God since birth.
Does it torture him today, to see
all the evil that people possess?
What has he done? Is he the cause
of this world and its mess?
People are thinking ‘if he’s so forgiving,
why should we confess?’
Maybe the tears of his torture
should be better addressed,
The details of his life, and
the torture of his death.

Should it even matter to those who
don’t believe in his word?
Everything will have to be retaught so they will
understand what’s yet to be heard.

We often get too busy in
our daily lives,
Struggling everyday just
to survive.
And struggling to find out
who we are inside,
Without the constant fear, questioning
where we should hide.
We forget the torture he
went through,
And the suffer of the pain
he was forced to.

With blood and sweat he never
struggled to believe,
So that our soul isn’t trapped inside
of our own greed,
We will prosper, once we
set ourselves free.

Did he cry the tears of torture,
the day he died?
Does he still, every time one
of us lies?
I believe the tears of torture are drops
fallen from his eyes,
Are we too proud to walk this earth
because we wear a disguise?
Wiping the tears, the tortured
pain of his cries.

Do we not think that he
can feel,
Every time that another
child is killed’?
It’s torture to him every time,
As he cries the tears of sin,
he left behind.

Was it torture,
For him to walk the lands, and heal
those who were sick?
Was it torture, building each home,
brick by brick?
Was it torture to pull with string,
stacks of heavy sticks?
Slaved and beaten by the bullies
and their tricks.
It must have been torture, the loosening
of his moms’ very last grip,
The rain falls, washing away with the
torture, of his tears’ final drip.
While stuck on the cross and beaten
with thunders whip.

May we remember the tears of his torture,
& the tears of his pain,
Left lifeless to die in
the rain,
Forgiving the world for all things
in vein,
Especially for the lips of those with constant
damning of his name,
So that forever we will remember his name.

Clouds and storms are now gone,
Beautiful glow of the sun, reminding
us to move on.
For we are promised eternal life
if we believe,
I’ll walk away with his tears of torture
on my sleeve,
I know that on that day
he died for me.
Now that our lives are soon
to have begun,
We should worship him more, he’s
Gods only begotten son.
And before he becomes
God’s only forgotten son.

The length of our life isn’t guaranteed,
You say Jesus died on the cross so we could be freed,
Because of a lesson he decided that was in desperate need,
He too suffered to watch his son cry, as the tears of his torture bleed,
Now,..why is that so hard for anyone to believe?