A poem on Good Friday
A poem for Easter —
I was not there when Mary cried.
I was not there when Peter denied.
I was not there when thorns were a crown.
I was not there when He fell down.
I was not there when they nailed Him to the board.
I was not there when they crucified my Lord.
Crucify Him! Crucify Him! The people said.
Crucify Him! Crucify Him! They killed Him.
Oh Jesus, my brother, God’s only son.
What a hideous crime the soldiers have done.
The Earth turned dark. It would tremble and quake.
Mary held her son. She felt her heart break.
The third day came with a big surprise.
The stone was moved. Jesus did rise.
He went to Heaven to open the gate.
To teach us to love and never hate.
I was not there but still I grieve.
I was not there but I believe.