HIS LOVE 
 the pink evening sky
flushed with beauty
caressing His love
but His love looks away
 dazzling lights
canopying the midnight moon
calling to His love
but His love is asleep
 explosions of the Son
erupting all around
just for His love
yet His love does not love Him
 a tear of pain
falling with the dew
for His love
and His love yells crucify
 one last gift
rising over the dawn
caressing His love
but His love pounds nails in His wrists
 the King weeps
as His love slips away
but He stands by waiting
for us to Love Him