Easter Hymn

If I were Jesus Christ,
Blood streaming from my eyes,
Shepherd of the feeble,
Martyr of the blind,
Would I have rose on Easter?
Or laid quiet in my demise,
Would I have endured his torments?
Or succumbed to what's inside?
The vicious carnal hate,
That seethes within every man,
The greed encumbered fate,
That consumes this holy land.
It seems if I were Jesus,
It wouldn't change a thing,
For even with his sacrifice,
Our sins are never clean.