Mary E-A. K. Remaniak Poetry

Jerusalem, my child, look at you.
How I have longed to gather you in close to Me,
And you pulled away.
Like a rebellious child,
You scorned the guidance of the One who loved you.
Who knows your needs more than I?
Who loves you more than I, your Maker?
Yet you still turn away. But why?

Why do you turn away from Me?
Why do you treat Me thus?
What more could I have done and did not do?
I’m pouring out all My blood.
I’ve done all I could, yet still you reject Me. Why?

Time after time, I pleaded
For your repentance and return to Me.
Time and time again, you said “no” and walked away.
I’m hanging here, beaten and bleeding to death for you.
Why do you not care?

I spent every once of strength and life in Me
For your salvation.
I made Heaven accessible to all.
But even now, as I say, “Come,” you run away from Me.
You’re ignoring My sacrifice.

Why do you turn away from Me?
Why do you treat Me thus?
What more could I have done and did not do?
I’m pouring out all My blood.
I’ve done all I could, yet still you reject Me. Why?

Two thousand years ago,
I lived and died for you.
Two thousand years have passed.
You still act as before.
I gave you all that I had,
But you still mock My love.

Why do you turn away from Me?
Why do you treat Me thus?
What more could I have done and did not do?
I’m pouring out all My blood.
I’ve done all I could, yet still you reject Me. Why?

But even though you turn away, I still call out to you.
I’m telling you I love you once again.
No matter how much it hurts Me, I’ll give Myself for you.
You can mock and stare, pull and tear,
Treat Me like the worst thing ever created.
But I’ll still be there for you.

Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak