Why me? Why not me?

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.”