Why Poem by Preston Mwiinga

WHY
Why did u love me this much, why did you walk that road to gologota-the place of the skull, for me.what did you see in me, that not even I can see in self, why did you wear that horrible crown of thorns for me. What is that made you climb that hill, that made you endure the nails and the shame.that made you stand the pain, agony and heart ache. Why did you allow yourself to die a miserable death, for me, me the chief of sinners. I can't imagine lord the pain you felt as the nails parted your flesh, as you watched man you loved dearly spit to your face.the weight of my sins crushed your heart but you bore it all that I might live.
Just want manner of love is this. Even in my widest imagination lord, I can't comprehend just so great a love you have for me. You take me in even when no one wants me-you look beyond my faults and see what I could become with your love. Even when might winds blow, when great storms rise, am delighted to Know, that your love cannot let me go, that you hold me tight in the storms, and with you in the vessel-i can smile at the storm........