Father... why?

thanks lawrence for sharing this song. Lent this year had passed unevenly for me. this song invites me to enter more personally into holy week, as i take the place of that little girl...who stood unknowingly before passion & death of Jesus... dedicated to all searching pilgrims everywhere...may the same God who opens the door to our salvation, meet u again at the end of every broken and waking dream, giving you the faith to bring u home...

Why?
Nicole Nordeman

song : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lX-lafNe3cc

We rode into town the other day,
just me and my Daddy.
He said I’d finally reached that age,
and I could ride next to him
on a horse that of course
was not quite as wide.

We heard a crowd of people shouting
and so we stopped to find out why.
There was that man that my dad said he loved,
but today there was fear in his eyes.

So I said Daddy why are they screaming?
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why is he dressed in that bright purple robe?
I bet that crown hurts him more than he shows.

Daddy please can’t you do something?
He looks as though he’s gonna cry.
You said he is stronger than all of those guys-
Daddy please tell me why,
why does everyone want him to die?

Later that day the sky grew cloudy
and daddy said I should go inside.
Some how he knew things would get stormy,
boy was he right.

But I could not keep from wondering
if there was something he had to hide.
So after he left, I had to find out,
I was not afraid of getting lost.

So I followed the crowds to a hill where I knew men had been killed.
And I heard a voice come from a cross:
And it said : Father why are they screaming.
Why are the faces of some of them beaming?
Why are they casting their lots for my robes?

This crown of thorns hurts me more than it shows.
Father please can’t you do something?
I know that you must hear my cry.
I thought I could handle a cross of this size,

"Father remind me why, why does everyone want me to die?
When will I understand why?

My precious Son, I hear them screaming.
I’m watching the face of the enemy beaming
but soon I will clothe you in robes of my own.
Jesus this hurts me much more than you know,
but this dark hour I must do nothing.
Though I’ve heard your unbearable cry —
the power in your blood destroys all the lies,
soon you’ll see past their unmerciful eyes.


Look there below
see the child trembling by her father’s side.
Now I can tell you why,
she is why you must die."