Jordan Mentz

Sit on my lap let me tell you a story
Trying to paint you a picture of what it means to love
Look at the man resting on the hill with tears in his eyes
Trying to figure out the reason that the man is crying, its so nice out
He motions for me to come over and sit next to him
I hesitantly walk over to the man
When I sat down he put his arm around me
I asked him why he was crying and he offered to paint me a picture using his story this is how it goes

I created you in my image and even though you question my existence
I saw you as my own creation and looked off in the distance I saw a hill
My eyes filled with tears, and then you asked me why I was crying
I gave you a hug, and told you that I was crying so that you don’t have to
I let you put your hands where the nails once were
I asked another question, and you told me it its you that I died for
I asked why you would die for me a dirty ugly whore

You told me that you washed me clean
You told me that I no longer needed to live in bondage
You told me that I was free from the grip of sin that has left me crippled
I asked a number of questions, you gave me the answers
Then I asked if you could give me love
You pointed to the cross and told me that it’s you that I died for