I'm so sorry You had to go through such pain, so sorry for the anguish and heartache;
The nights without sleep, the world without love, rejected, despised all for my sake.
No claim to a home in a world which is yours, not a soul who said, "I respect You;"
Even at best those you thought of as friends, by their actions said, "I reject you."
You calmed the despondent, You healed those in pain, befriended those who were outcasts;
You touched the eyes of the man who was blind, who rejoiced at the wonderful contrast.
There wasn't a soul that You didn't touch, all those who came You accepted;
But no one seemed to notice Your needs, at best, Your love was rejected.
I'm sorry that no one quite understood, or noticed that You too were lonely;
Thousands of people milling about, not loving, but needing You only.
I'm sorry, dear Jesus, that You were accused, because You had great healing power;
I'm sorry that folks didn't see Your real love, they mocked You till Your final hour.
How could You love such creatures of hate? How could You bear all that sorrow?
How were You able to shoulder such pain and seeing repeat on the morrow?
No one to grant You the needs that You had, no bed on which You could slumber,
No one to greet You when weary and worn, to the world You were merely a number.
One among thousands who roamed through the streets, a homeless man looking for pity;
Their rationale was, "Find your own way, we don't give alms in this city."
I'm sorry, dear Jesus, that You had to die — our guilt was not of Your making,
But love was the ultimate goal in Your plan, You knew the road You were taking.
My sorrow is for the pain You endured, my joy is that You succeeded,
Destroying the barriers that kept us from God, You opened the door that we needed to have peace, joy and everlasting eternal life. Amen