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.
My sweet Leloudia, thank you so much! Visiting the Holy Land and the Holy Sepulcher is a chance to commune with God. Having trodden the paths where Jesus walked, I feel like I am a bystander always engaging in an active conversation with him. He is always there watching me, sometimes even bearing my cross. Love Jerusalem and the Holy Land! Be blessed!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sofia, you humble us with such pure, succinct, words that spring from your heart and soul when you write about our Lord and Savior. To walk where Jesus walked.... I cannot imagine the tumult and the peace that must have resided side by side in your soul at that moment. Thank you for posting this poem..