a prayer to a suffering servant [rough draft]

I’ll guard this post as long as you want me to
But, I want to escape, run to a paradise
So, I prayed,
‘Please, take me out of this misery of shadow of death!’

The answer came,
‘I will grant you your wish, if you ask long enough…
But under one condition…
That is: if I answer your request, accept it that our fellowship would be broken
For I dwell in the land of suffering, where the broken hearts toil
I’m with the poor and the broken; I’m in the hearts of every disappointment
I’m with those who ask, ‘where are you, my God?’

I will take you out of here and you will feel pleasure; you will feel tranquil
You will even feel sublime.
But, you will also grow numb; with growing sense of meaningless hunger
With a heart ever so drifting from any sense of reality;
Till it becomes hard and unbreakable.

I’m with the poor and broken hearted
I’m with the contrite heart
I’m with the suffering; that’s where I am
For I am the Suffering King

So, ask to be out of this mess;
If you ask long enough, you will get your answer

But, this request comes w/ a price—
You will lose what it means to be a man, made in my very image and likeness
You will also lose me, as you drown in the paradise of tranquility
If you can live w/ it, then I, being a loving God will grant you your wish…

Then, heaven will turn to hell; paradise into prison; freedom under bondage
And your heart, unbroken will become numb and lifeless.
And death will be your fate…