That day I stood in my place among the crowd;
I say I stood, prob’ly should have bowed.
Thrust up into the hot desert sky;
Fastened to the cross, condemned to die.
His arms outstretched to embrace the world,
Seven words He spoke as the hours unfurled.
When the sky darkened; the day grew dim.
I remained nearby, eyes fixed upon Him.
His life was lived offering himself
Taken for granted now placed on a shelf
Mercy, healing, love; his only crime.
Incarnated hope, hated and wounded by time
Last night in the garden longing mingled with tears.
Such love He gave to His friends these three years.
Cracked open and empty; He poured himself out
Lifting up His head exuded a shout.
Two words came from lips split and burst
I couldn’t believe it when I heard Him say, “I thirst.”
It was then I felt my heart in my chest
Let go the tears I had long suppressed;
How can this be, I wondered aloud
He who offered living water to the temple crowd;
How can this be-say it isn’t true
The one pouring out his life asking something from me and from you
What does He desire; what does this express,
Save that His love has already dealt with the rest?
This is our God who became a curse
Who comes to you tonight and says,
“My child, I thirst.”