Who Put You There?

My Lord, Who put you there;
Nailed between the earth and air?
Who caused your blood to flow so free
Upon the ground from that man-made tree?

Upon your head is a thorny crown.
Why do you not plead to be let down?
Lord, answer me, I really care!
Tell me, Lord, who put you there?

Now I know why you did not fight!
My eyes now see Thy Holy Light!
O Son of God, Thy blood did spill
To pay in full sin's costly bill!

The cross is the road that You have paved
So a sinner might be saved!
My God and Saviour, I finally see
Who put you there was really me!

This poem was a finalist in the November 2005 poetry contest