🔵 By Christopher S. De Roberts. Photo by lauragrafie.
As I drag these heavy beams
Everyone’s watching so it seems
They threw at me, rocks and spit
And in my face did they hit
But I kept on going, I did not quit
Up that long and lonely hill
For all my blood to quickly spill
On these beams they hung me high
The pain so great, I cannot lie
All I hear is my mother’s cry
With a spear they pierced my side
All that shame, I did not hide
As I look down to see everyone’s face
All I see is a holy place
When everyone left, it was just us three
And the light, I made them see
Now they are all, right beside me.