STUCK!

Called to suffer 'till death!

STUCK

Stuck up nailed feet
Bruised hammered hands
Bloody thorny head
The angry sun stared

Left alone with cheaters
Staring at the wounded souls
Feeling helpless
Attacked with hopeless "if onlys"

If only I could make myself a shade
If only I could pull you out from that place
If only I could take away the thorns
If only I could put refreshment to your mouth

But helpless as you are, so am I
Having no choice but to wait
Wait until the process is done
Wait until the sun goes down

From the fiery sun
To the sorrowful ground
Stuck again,
When will it be over?

O sun, when will I see you smile?
O ground, when will I hear you break into rejoicing?
When will this darkness of mourning be over?
Would it stop on the third day?

If it won't, what then?
If it will, what's next?
What if, it will freeze?
Wait again 'til it melts?

Chill, chill O grave!
Don't panic O stones!
For the One you embraced
Has the the power to shake

Yes, it will turn upside down!
The stink of death will be gone,
The clothes of pain will be over!
He will rise; yes He will reign!