God said no.
He clung to his love for us, held tight and refused to let go as we baptized him in the boiling cauldron of pain and suffering. He clung with the iron grip of the drowning man who clings to a life preserver in the stormy sea after his ship has sunk.
The refusal of God to relinquish his love for us is the victory we see when we look through the bloody wounds we opened in his body while he was human, alive, tender, vulnerable and our guest here upon the earth.