Savior

You look at me And what do you see, Some ‘confidence’ and ‘empathy’, So you waltz right up expecting me To be your loving Savior. You look at me And within my eyes, See a heart ‘strong’ and ‘Divine’, How kindred you want to be with mine So I can be your loving Savior. You look at me And with careless words, Speak of my strength in hollow slurs, “You are so kind to care for Me and to be my loving Savior”. I look at you And what do I find? Insanity behind those clouded eyes, That thinks it can justify Making me its loving Savior. If you look at me Gaze further down, You should see behind my Thorny Crown, A void that is screaming out That I am not your loving Savior! Don’t turn away! Look down again! Am I not you only friend? Don’t you need me till the end To be your loving Savior? I guess now your Scared since you can see, I am just little mortal me, Who refuses to ever be, Your ever loving Savior.