Poetry challenge: Easter poem.
I see my Lord, the Way, the Truth and the Life
He moveth on wearing a crown of thorns, carrying a cross
I see my Lord crawling on the raggedy way leading to Calvary
the blood from his forehead smarting His eyes.
I am just another bystander witnessing the razor sharp lash
cutting into His flesh and I crave to stretch my arms around Him
I am on the street the Holy Lamb of God has Walked
I am on the Via Dolorosa, In Jerusalem, in the Holy Land.