Where are ya Jesus

Jesus, 
Where are you when I 
Need ya
I'm
Walking a tight rope 
With chains around me neck 
I've been framed and hung 
And I bleed 
My body is weak 
And my head hurts 
For my spirit meek 
And my heart bursts 
I am the cripple without an arm
And the fellow 
who meant no harm,  
I lie in a trap 
In a Daniel's den 
Thrown to lions 
As with Josephs' brothers 
Betrayed 
By a Judas
And a knife dripping 
 with blood. 
Weee Jesus 
Here I am
Dying on
The poet's cross
Pulling the weight 
Crumbling onto 
stones
Red 
With ye blood 
And I 
A poor man
Ask 
Where are ya, 
Jesus?