Born to die, suffer in-between yet you came here knowing your future.
A future  knowing that you were going to suffer rejection and die alone.
You lived to die, to save a world that would insist that you die.
Still you came knowing every thing that would take place in your life.
Crucified, yet you still came to save lives, to leave a doorway to life.
For those that would eventually accept you as our Lord and King.
Yet we still find reasons to complain, yet you kept quiet through it all.