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Cristal Lee, a christian who loves her daddy God and is also dearly loved by Him. 17, born on the 20th of January. Part of the big family COR - Elohim. Was an Andersonian, Deyian, Saint and now a YJC-ian.


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Saturday, August 11

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 wild..
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 going to cry
You said he was 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
Somehow he knew that things would get stormy,
Boy was he right
But I could not keep from wondering
If there was something that 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 clothes?
This crown of thorns hurts me more than it shows
Father please can't you do something?
I thought that you must hear my cry
I thought I could handle this cross of this size
Father remind me why,
why does everyone wants me to die
Oh, 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.
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 that child, trembling by her father's side..
Now I can tell you why,
she is why you must die.

Why - Nicole Nordeman

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