He had the right to back off Or tell the Father That the events were like Rough play He had legions of them That could smack his assailants He had the power to blind those preying eyes And move to safety He knew what he was in for Yet he stuck to His guns And was killed For none of what He'd ever done But for the wickedness of all men Being punished for what one Is not guilty of is so weighty But being killed for the the guilt of the whole world is something else Maybe 'love' cannot account for it alone Whatever it is may not have human equivalent That was why someone sometime ago Made us know that it has a breadth and a length And a depth and a width No wonder It surpasses all understanding! Purest of it!