I found this poem on Tumblr, but no one seems to know who actually wrote it:

Lo, there He hangs –

Ashen figure pinioned against the wood.

God grant that I might love Him

Even as I should.

I draw a little closer

To feel His love divine,

And hear Him gently whisper

“Ah, precious child of mine –

If now I would embrace you,

My hands would stain you red.

And if I leaned to whisper,

My thorns would pierce your head.”

‘Twas then I learned in sorrow

That love demands a price;

“Twas then I learned that suffering

Is but the kiss of Christ.

I'm praying for you!

:)