Jesus Suffered More

Having suffered endless pain
I lived that story well
But my Jesus suffered more
As He descended into hell.

Oh, death has surely grieved me
Left me searching, broken, bare
But my Jesus suffered more
Through all of it He was there.

I have committed the vilest sin
Even forgot that God existed
But my Jesus suffered more
When on the cross He persisted.

There have been spiritual battles
And far too many I have lost
But my Jesus suffered more
He paid the horrific cost.

Lovers came and misled me
Filled a lonely heart with desire
But my Jesus suffered more
Proved all of them the liar.

My body has been brutalized
I am sickened to the core
But my Jesus suffered more
Only God could survive, endure.

I have truly been forsaken
Not deserving in His sight
But my Jesus suffered more
He was crucified that night.

I have cried until exhausted
Could not stand upon my feet
But my Jesus suffered more
Then made my soul complete.

No tears, no sorrow, no crying
I will fall on bended knee
My Jesus suffered, suffered more
To give peace and life to me.

His life brings everlasting joy
As I walk through Heaven's door
The truth of all my sorrow speaks
That my Jesus suffered more.

Book by Kathleen Higham

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