I never really understood
The way you care for me.
How you could send a son so good
To pay my penalty.
How you could sit and watch him die
When I just walked away,
Through crowds all yelling “crucify”,
Whose debt he was to pay.
I never really understood
How he could be so brave.
To die upon a cross of wood,
My worthless life to save.
With nails through his hands and feet,
My burden on his heart,
He saw that his task was complete;
The finish was the start.
I never really understood
How he still lives today,
And never really thought he could
Hear my words when I pray.
That when I hurt he feels my pain
More deeply than I know.
And his love with me will remain
Everywhere I go.
It took me this to realise,
My daughter held my hand.
I looked into her loving eyes
And now I understand.

Lloyd McLean (1996)