You chose to be my friend

To be my Friend you have to wear A crown of thorns, be beat with rod. Lies told about you, spited on, and slapped. Have all your friends forsake you, have nails drove in your hands and feet. A spire pierce your side, and every bone out of joint. And then, as if that not enough, your father forsake you, and you die all alone! You could have walk A way, and trued your back on all my sins. You gave your life for me. You chose to be my friend. Thank you Jesus for choosing to be my Friend!