In the garden, as you prayed...

As your clothes were stripped away...

When the mob yelled "Crucify!"...

Inside, did you cry?

Did part of you die?

As you stumbled on the road

Underneath the heavy load...

When you met your mother's eyes...

Inside, did you cry?

Did part of you die?

When they nailed you on the cross,

Did you feel alone and lost?

As you asked your Father "Why?"...

Inside, did you cry?

Did part of you die?

As the sin of all mankind

Crushed your spirit and your mind...

Rejecting you, we were so blind...

Inside, did you cry...

That day when you died

- Connie Faust

"Surely he took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows, yet we considered him stricken by God, smitten by him, and afflicted." (Isaiah S3:4 NIV)

(Faust, of Shamokin, is providing poems for the Lenten season. Read more at www.authorsden.com/conniefaust.)