Why me? Why not me?
Sometimes I don’t understand
When toyed by fate’s play hand
Why me? Why me cursed?
I am not the best, yet not the worst.
I am in no way out stand.
Then I turned to Gesus cruxed
Son of God for humans sacrificed
Without a single sin he basked
In torture and death but never asked
And never took things to task.
Look back across the wide waste of years
To one who wandered by a lonely sea
And sought in vain for any place of rest
“foxes have holes, and every bird its nest’
I, only I, must wander wearily
And bruise my feet,
and drink wine salt with tears.”