Peace was not His purpose
His instrument was pain
A regimented suffering
designed to increase strain
I tried to comprehend it
in vain to understand
the more I sought the truth to grasp
it slipped right through my hand
Loneliness and sorrow
became familiar friend
His answer to my fainting cry,
"Endure unto the end"
What was His aim I muttered
with hope and vision dim
I thought that my surrender
would make me more like Him
Then suddenly I saw it
a figure bruised and marred
beyond all recognition
His body ugly scarred
through tear filled eyes now gazing
the dawning light did see
His still voice broke the silence
"You asked to be like Me"
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