by Anne Sikes
I wonder if Jesus had longed for a wife
And just to be settled in family life.
Did he ever dream there was some other way
Than taking the cross for my own sins to pay?
I never before entertained such a thought
It seemed just so blasphemous, not what I ought.
But they say that there’s nothing a man feels on earth
That he didn’t feel, up to death from his birth.
And I know that sometimes I long deep within
To be free of the pain, to not lose, but to win.
This life can be difficult. Days can be cold.
Will it always be that way, until I am old?
Don’t misunderstand me, my faith, it is strong
Some people say to think these things is wrong.
I’m just being honest. I’m just being real.
With things that I wonder, did Jesus, too, feel?