Happy Easter
I am also sharing a poem I wrote years ago.
Good Friday
I watched
as they beat Him,
and I wanted to hear him cry out.
I stood by
as they accused Him,
and I wanted to hear Him protest.
I followed
as he climbed the hill,
wanting to see him flee.
I cringed
as they hammered the nails,
and I wanted to cry out.
I stared
as they raised him on a tree,
and I wanted to protest.
I stayed
as the sky grew dark,
though I wanted to flee.
I listened
as he forgave me,
and I began to weep.
I saw
as I looked into his eyes,
and I believed.
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