How long must i put up with you?
And His actions answered His own question...
Until the rooster sings and the sweat stings and the mallet rings
And a whole hillside of demons smirk at a dying God.

How long?

Long enough for every sin to soak My sinless soul
That heaven will turn in horror
Until My swollen lips pronounce the final transaction:
"It is finished."

How long?
Until it kills Me.