Why not Me?

Why not me? For who am I?

That I'd be immune from getting sand in my eye.

That pain, and sorrow, grief and regret,

loss and betrayal I would never have meet.



Am I so special that it shouldn't hurt.

That I would never fall down, landing face first in the dirt.

That I am exempt from the hurt on this place called earth.



It is a fallen world, you know, it's not paradise.

There are lots of mean people here,

They bring damage to one's life.

There's lots of confusion, there's hatred and strife.

It's not a safe place here, not safe at all.

It's not a safe place here, not since the fall.



So, why not me? Am I someone special?

That I could exist here, and never meet the devil.

That I could live in peace and great harmony.

And, not get wounded, not even my knee?

That something bad wouldn't happen to me?

So why then do I cry out so loudly: "Lord why? Why me?"



You sent Your Son, He hung on a tree.

They beat Him, they mocked Him, they kicked Him around.

And, I'm here thinking, I'm better somehow.

That somehow I'm better than the one You Crowned.

That I shouldn't suffer, no pain and no strife.

When they whipped You so bad it almost took you life.

But, that didn't stop them, they didn't even balk.

They marched you out of town, to hang on a cross.

If they could do that to You, the King of Glory.

Then I have to ask: "Why not this little boy?"

Richard.