I Watched And Heard Poem by Ima Ryma

I watched them drag him through the town.
They whipped him and his flesh did bleed.
He was forced to keep his head down.
He'd been accused of evil deed,
And judged that now he had to die.
A heavy wooden cross he bore.
I watched him as he stumbled by.
I'd heard that he had helped the poor,
That he had preached of doing good,
Of giving love as each one's goal.
If doing that, then each one would
Save each one's everlasting soul.

I watched the crucifixion done.
I heard forgiveness from God's son.