Why have others been spared while I have been standing there?
Must I be closer to Your throne to have something shown?
How can I come closer when You feel so much farther?
How does everyone else preach when I can’t even reach You?
Am I meant to be so far, so people will somehow see You from my scars?
Is that possible, is it probable?
Is this how You make me more like You, to die and feel so far so they can come closer to?
They seem to know something, but I know their loneliness is buzzing
And they’re so far from You, unlike what I should have done to
I don’t understand, but I know You have a plan
Is it that I stay in this state of my whirl, to see the state of this world?
Like Your Son was, and what He does?