A man stands alone in his world.
A world where he can triumph.
A world where his will is done.

How much longer can this man stand?
He shakes when no one can see.
He cries out where no one can hear.
His thoughts are without boundary.
Nothing can be said that he has not already considered.

How much longer can he stand?
Will his life go on much longer?
A brief thought enters his mind.
A thought of a man ages ago.
Who is this? Who is this that brings these peaceful thoughts?
Who enters his world of turmoil unscathed?

A man is beaten as he staggers on a dirt road.
Forced to carry his own cross to the pinnacle where he shall meet his fate.
He knows his life is lost already. He stops for a moment as he walks and whispers something to the jeers of the masses.
He straightens his back and picks up his cross and he walks more assuredly up this hill.
As he hangs upon his cross with his blood spilt before him he again whispers with his last breath. Then there is no more.

A man kneels in a world alone. It is not his world any longer.
He does not need to stand on his own.
There is another who will stand for him.
Another man stronger than he has taken control.
All this modern man must do is die.
How can he refuse?
He cries softly to himself. If any man would love him so much as to die for him how then could he refuse?
How can he not do the same? Who would he be not to return this love?

As the man dies on his cross he whispers one last time.
The closest to him hear the words breathed of love.

I will love you.

A man will stand again in his world.
If anyone should die for him with this great of love how can he not do the same?

I will love you.