Who Was It, Lord?
Who was it, Lord, You asked to stay,
But fell asleep, too weak to pray?
Who was it, Lord, who doubted You,
Thought feeding thousands You couldn’t do?
Ashamed and afraid, who tried to hide?
His love for You, who boldly denied?
Who came to You, but turned again,
To riches of value only to men?
Who gave a kiss not stemmed from love,
Nurtured from lust and not things above?
Who claimed he loved you, yet ran away?
When life got rough, who wouldn’t stay?
Who hung You on that tree to die?
Who should himself be crucified?
He hurt You, Lord. He now deserves hell.
I’m beginning to think I know him well.
I’ve felt the same. I’ve lived a lie.
Forgive me, Lord, for it was I.