The Reason Why
(There Was No Better Way Than This)
Why was I born?
That’s an odd question to a man
About to die!.
But since you ask, I’ll answer you.
The reason why
Is this: Unless I shewed Myself
To be human in every way,
Taking that nature for My own,
My mission could have no success.
My Father said
There was no better way than this.
Why am I here
Sentenced, like you, to hang today
Upon a Cross,
A spectacle for gawping crowds?.
The reason why
Is this: Unless I die in sight
Of My detractors and descend
Into the tomb before their eyes,
I cannot prove My promises.
My Father thought
There was no better way than this.
Why must I die
To win success?. The reason why
Is this: I bear
The faults of all mankind with Me
Upon these nails.
Those yet unborn, and those condemned
From Adam onwards to this day,
Are saved by My last sacrifice;
Their sins, by My blood, washed away.
My Father claimed
There was no better way than this.
Why don’t I curse
Those whom, it seems, have wrongfully
Brought Me to feel
This agonising, shameful death?.
The reason why
Is this: I always knew My fate
Was this; they aren’t to blame. Besides,
I’ll rise, in three days, from My grave
As proof of My divinity.
My Father knew
There was no better way than this.
Why is there need
For death, or resurrection, when
God can command
All things?. The reason why is this:
If people are
By My example so inspired
To learn of Our great love for them,
They might desire to share that love
And choose to give their souls to Us.
And now I know
There was no better way than this!.
