Good Friday

Why don't they understand,

Why can't they see,

Why are they crying in silence,

Why do they all have hearts broken,

It's not meant to be like this,

Why aren't they ALIVE,

Why have they not choosen love and hope and peace,

They could be running, flying, soaring with me,

But instead they have choosen to be chained,

They have choosen to endure the pain,

Pain that I can heal,

Pain that I can take away,

Just like I have taken all of it away,

Why can't they see...

There is another way,

And that way is ME,

I wait with open arms,

Saying pick me, choose me, love me

For I have picked you,

I have choosen you,

And I love you,

For all eternity.