I always wondered why to so many crosses there was another added.
I always asked myself why people never ceased to put you on a cross, Jesus.
Now I think maybe they do that to punish you for turning your back on them whenever they need you most. They try to hurt you for each and everyone of their dead.
For every wasted life, for every broken dream or family you go back up on that cross, Jesus. When will you ever learn?
And how do I dare say that to you? Well, I'm not afraid to cast the stone. Not because I am beyond reproach, but because I can take it if you cast it right back at me!
I'm angry because hope was shuttered. And faith. Faith in YOU! And I see myself here trying to gather the pieces of broken dreams and put them together, and form a magical stained-glass in order to reflect light, and colour, and meaning to their lives...
They deserved a miracle too. You shouldn't have denied them that!
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