Ecce Homo

Because you came to me, saying, "Show me your God; I want to know Him,"

I showed you the One I love.

But you scorned and mocked both me and Him:

"You are a fool, and He is not worthy."

I wanted you to see the sweet Rose of Sharon,

the One my heart loves,

But the sneer cut deep:

"Can anything good come out of Nazareth?"

Once again, you crucify both my Beloved and me.

And here we are again, risen from the death of your disdain and disgust:

Crowned with thorns, backs bloody with ridicule and misunderstanding.

I cry out, wanting to walk away, to cut the cords of love and care,

But my Beloved holds fast:

"The reason I came into the world was to destroy the work of Satan.

I gave my back to those who beat me; my cheeks to those who plucked my beard.

Will you, too, walk away?"