A Gift of Love

A poem about an outcast

He was a reject,
cast out by his own.
He was denied so many, many times,
and yet, he loved despite his pain.
He knew what was to come,
he cried, he begged for the cup to
pass him by.

But God said, " I am sorry my son,
you will make the greatest sacrifice
for the world to see
what love is,
through your pain,
my only son."

So he accepted his fate.
Knowing the impact he would make,
knowing he would set the standard for love,
he died.

It was not quick or painless,
but in honor he died in the worst way,
on a tree, in the shape of a cross,
with three nails and a crown of thorns.