A pain in My side,

A thorn in My flesh,

But a love that can never be quenched.

A burden of Mine,

Which I cannot dispose.

But I love it all more.

What I created,

A perfect creation,

Has failed Me, but still I love them.

So I sent My Son,

To save them from sin,

And I could not bear to watch it.

I turned My face,

And I shed tears.

But still I love those who killed My Son.

I raised Him again,

To complete My love,

And conquer Death once and for all.

The thorn in My flesh,

The ones who I love,

I love with a love that cannot be quenched.