How Could you Love Me

For what I am,
For all you are,
How could you love me,
In the way you do?

Your love is so vast,
So boundless, so endless,
One thing I wonder,
Why would you waste your love,
On a wretch like me?

Why did you die,
On that horrible cross,
How could you love me in such a way,
That you would die the most horrible death in history,

Tears begin to flow,
At the thought of the nails,
Driven through your hands into the wood,
At the thorns slammed onto your head,
At the thought of your pure perfect blood,

Running down onto the ground,
To save all who would accept this loving gift,
Of salvation from Hell.