When Jesus died so long ago
And shared our human fate,
He did not curse his human foe
Nor utter words of hate.
He prayed for those who drove each nail;
He comforted a thief;
He struggled to let love prevail;
He battled unbelief.
He cried not to be left alone;
His friends had run away;
The torture of his flesh and bone –
We can but watch and pray.
And as we watch and see his pain
We ask, “What can we pray?
“Is love, compassion all in vain?
Has violence won the day?”
He breathes his last; he bows his head;
This is the end – but NO!
The powers that be – they think he’s dead;
They are so wrong; we know!
His love survives and still lives on;
It lives in you and me;
Oppressed, abused but never gone;
Love lives eternally.
George Stuart