I can only imagine the thoughts in Jesus’s mind,
When he looked down from the holy cross,
If only it had been a different place and time,
The world would have truely been lost,
The tears that flowed down his pale cheeks,
Were for the pain of you and I,
And as the people around cried and weeped,
The doves of peace stood by,
Forgive them Father for they know not what they do,
Loomed down from the cross above,
As Mary clung to the cross like dew,
Jesus passed with the wings of the dove,
The Earth shook and the clouds darkened in the sky,
The rain fell on the sinners below,
Jesus’s head dropped with a sigh,
As the sinners bobbed to and fro,
The sign above Jesus’s head had read,
King of the Jews in bold Latin print,
The lack of understanding had made Jesus dead,
The actions of sinners would have to repent,
The third day Jesus arose from the dead,
To be with the heavenly father above,
No more to suffer the Earth’s cruel dread,
He took our sins to heart with love,