Insomniac

There is someone who never sleeps
I wonder if his eyes ever get tired
and I wonder if they really brighten with joy
When he sees us thinking, searching, running after Him

He makes birds to sing sweetly in the daytime
and the long haunting calls of the wolves at night
He puts songs and a longing in the hearts of man
yet for them his soul was overwhelmed with sorrow

Who is this God that I know?
Is there so much more to Him that I cannot see
Is there more of Him that He hides from me
Did he know he would give up his life for me
When he said, smear the blood on your doorposts?

What is he like, this friend of mine
Does he see all my sorrows and my fragile life
Does he really hold all my dreams in his hand
As I give them up, for something better?

Why does he say, lose your life and you'll find it
He knew what it was to lose a life
To lose fame, to lose beauty, to lose friends, to lose flesh
For the sweat and tears and agony

Will I ever feel this agony?
Can I know what it was like for him there?
Could I see, could I understand his love for me
that at this hour a friend is still awake
a friend who gave all up for me.