How did it feel?

How did it feel to be born torn from Heaven?
To walk and talk with the heathen?
To eat their meat,
And breathe their air?

How did it feel when Your own mother forgot Your greatness,
And expected humanity's weakness?
Those who walked beside You had no clue,
They were touching, breathing, feeling Jehovah Tsid-Kenu.

How did it feel to be betrayed with a friend's kiss,
And yet to show great gentleness?
A slap in the face of such a sweet Love,
And yet You remained in the Father's Love.

How did it feel to hang there for me?
Your blood dripping down on me?
I don't deserve You.
I don't survive without You.

You hung there for me.
There You died - there on that tree.
With death in Your eyes You looked down,
On my sinful soul and You frowned.

No words will ever portray,
What You did that day.
The day You suffered so that I would be free.
I am so unworthy.

Now I see You.
Your glory is enough to kill.
Yet I come before You holy and pure.
I love You.

How does it feel,
When my words betray You?
When I turn my back on You?
How does it feel?

I'm so sorry,
I'm so unworthy,
Please forgive me.