Jesus.

the tale of the tearing lady.
leaving joy,
tearing sorrows in her heart.
fearing day that she can't face it all,
distress and in need of her hero she calls.
not today, for the dust doesn't fall.
not on the shelves, but onto the floor.
welling up all,
her feelings inside.
broken and crushed,
she feels so denied.

"what is this pain that is just killing me?
isn't life fair, with hope and be free?
all of my life is like walking the stairs,
i can't finish them, i live in despair.
help me out Lord, and come set me free.
that i might live in Your arms, that You helped me to see.
that beyond all human comprehension can find,
the greatest love You gave, is not of our kind.
ours is shallow, but Yours is so deep.
that You gave Him to die, that we all might live."

indeed.
He gave it all.
that we all might live.