my pain is for you

Why should I care?
I mess up. I make mistakes.
My life is too crazy, too busy, to think about anyone but myself.
Why should I care about you and your life and your problems?
I have enough of my own.
But still I care.
Still I take the time to help out.
Still I look around the world I live in -
and see the hurt.
I see the pain.
The struggle.
And I forget my problems.
I forget my own worries for the moment.
And think about you.
Why do you cry?
Why is your heart broken?
Your life a wreck?
And I think about others.
Why does he delve in drugs and drink?
Why is she so horrible to everyone else?
Why is there a little kid sitting in the alley?
Why is your life a wreck?
Along with so many.
Overwhelmed by the sight,
I am not even aware of "my own little world" anymore.
I reach out.
Will you take my hand?
You see the pain in my eyes?
It is not for me,
it is for you.
If only I could take your pain away.
And make it my own.
If only I could carry your burden.
Carry your cross.
If only I could keep you from suffering.
My pain is for you.
All of you.
The whole world.
Yet I am not even big enough to take care of my own problems.
What am I to do?
I want to love the whole world.
To heal it with just a touch of my hand.
Yet even my own heart is not free of breaking.
What do I do?
Just ignore you?
Try to fix myself?
Look for a fellow human to lean on?
No.
He has his own problems too.
Where do I turn,
but back to the One that made me care.
The one who made me want to help you.
The only one that can help you.
The one that said,
"I care. And I can heal the world. My pain is for you."
The only one that was more than human.
The Beloved of God.
Greater than the angels.
Born among us.
Jesus.
The pain He faced was for you.