It was not quiet on the hill that day, With Joseph and Mary’s cries. The laughter, the gambling of the Roman guards As they waited for Jesus to die.
Imagine Joseph and Mary’s thoughts that day Seeing their son nailed to the cross, There could be no heartache, no sorrow, ever, To compare with their feelings, their loss.
This was the baby Mary had sang to sleep And had nursed and cared for, for years. Now, this was the man who hung from the cross Though she could barely see Him because of the tears.
From the manger to the cross Her son had healed and loved, from year to year. She could not understand, who would have thought, His paths would lead Him here.
They were killing a man, the "King of the Jews" Who had caused no one any pain. They were sure His death would put an end to His deeds, But, they didn’t know their hate was in vain.
He was sent to accomplish a mission Through suffering and pain, at all cost. Accomplish His mission He certainly did, All the way from the manger to the cross.
Courtesy of Lora Cox "Belle's Place" Give Lora a visit for many beautiful poems and stories.
Note from Lora Cox This was composed by Charlene West on Easter, 1985. Charlene was a dear friend. She has gone home to her father. I miss her but she had a hard life and I know she is happy now.
