Mark 15-21: And they compel one Simon of Cyrenian who passed by,

coming out of the country, the father of Alexander and Rufus, to bear

his cross.Simon of Cyrenian

 

I didn't stop to pick you up,
You looked so shabby and unkempt,
There was blood smeared all down your face,
And everyone scorned you with contempt.

All who knew me, would not approve,
If I had shown you any mercy,
So I stood aside, and let you fall,
As all the rest, I did not care at all.

The cross you bore that day was heavy,
Your body, in pain, it weighed you down,
Your knees gave way, and you fell to the earth,
And the pain in your head, was from the thorny crown.

I couldn't watch, so I took to flight,
I saw your mother beside the road,
The man called "Peter" was in disguise,
And I looked for a place, a safe abode.

I could find no solace in my heart or soul,
The sadness and sorrow no longer could I bear,
So to this path of sorrow and pain I crept,
So I was chosen to carry your cross up there.

You looked at me with your soft loving eyes,
And your cross became light and the path was made bright,
We came to the place where the cross would be placed,
'Twas then in your face, I saw truth and the light.

Then all your pain and suffering,
You endured just for me,
That I might have life abundant,
Not only here on earth, but for eternity.

For there as you hung in agony,
You asked your father above,
To forgive us for what we were doing,
For you were giving your life for love.

Now as I turn my face from Calvary,
I know my name is on your roll,
For now I have life eternal,
And your cross now, will carry my soul.
by
LMWillson
1-8-2000