For This I Love You

You turned your head in shame
Drops of blood poured down your face
Slapping
Spitting
Scouring
You felt the pain

You did not demonstrate love
For, love was Your very being
You could not merely display it – it was You.
As you suffered, it shone through

We utter
We moan
We weep
As we try to express who You are and what You have done

Your whisper of life shouted a message of love and sacrifice to a lost world.
And for this, I love You, Father.