Was it not home?
Abode of the most high looked He down
Ignorance elude the day
But, what better love than to lay a life for others?

Agony, scourging. Mimicking
All come to pass
Heavy was the load
As He asked for a lifting hand
But, what better love than to lay a life for others?

Tears rolled, blood oozed like sweat
Heartbreak yield joy
Sorrow pierced the heart of mother
But, what better love than to lay a life for others?

For time to ripe, Three times came the sun
Heaven itself rejoiced
The dead wheat brought forth fruit
But, what better love than to lay a life for others?

Only realization for conceive
The indept knowledge of his deeds
The keyless locked gate
He today wide opened
But, what better love than to lay a life for others?

Nice, keep writing.