The Pilgrim's Complaint
Walking this bitter path with You,
I wonder why it has to be like this,
Your death in torment in the name of Love
Betrayed in the garden by a traitor's kiss.
There's so much pain in the sweetest song
And so much sorrow in a tale of bliss,
So much guilt to atone for wrong;
Tell me, O Lord, why does it always have to be like this?
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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