They don't have a word of the day on Sundays. Dang it.

Surprisingly, I have absolutely nothing to say today. So instead, you get to read the lyrics of one of my favorite songs. Yaay you!

Why

We rode into town the other day, just me and my daddy
he said I'd finally reached that age that I could ride
next to him on a horse that of course was not quite as wide

We heard a crowd of people shouting
and so we stopped to find out why
and there was that man that I dad said he loved
but today there was fear in his eyes

So I said, "Daddy why are they screaming
why are the faces of some of them beaming
why is he dressed in that bright purple robe
I bet that crown hurts him more than it shows
Daddy please, can't we do something
he looks as though he's gonna cry
you said he was stronger than all of those guys
Daddy please tell my why
why does everyone want him to die?"

Later that the sky grew cloudy
Daddy said I should go inside
somehow he knew things would get stormy
and boy was he right
but I could not keep from wondering if there was something he had to hide

So after he left I had to find out
I was not afraid of getting lost
so I followed the crowd to a hill where I knew men had been killed
and I heard a voice come from the cross

And it said, "Father why are they screaming
why are the faces of some of them beaming
why are they casting their lots for my clothes
this crown of thorns hurts me more than it shows
Father please, can't you do something
I know that you must hear my cry
I thought I could handle a cross of this size
Father remind me why
Why does everyone want me to die
oh when will I understand why?"

"My precious son I hear them screaming
I'm watching the face the enemy beaming
but soon I will clothe in robes of my own
Jesus this hurts me much more than you know
but in this dark hour I must do nothing
though I heard your unbearable cry
the power in your blood destroys all of the lies
soon you'll see past their unmerciful lifes
look there below see the child
trembling by her father's side

now I can tell you why
she is why you must die.

4:07 p.m. November 10, 2002
yesterday . not so yesterday