Simon the Cyrenian Speaks

 He never spoke a word to me,
And yet He called my name;
He never gave a sign to me,
And yet I knew and came.
 
At first I said, "I will not bear
His cross upon my back;
He only seeks to place it there
Because my skin is black.
"

But He was dying for a dream,
And He was very meek,
And in His eyes there shone a gleam
Men journey far to seek.


It was Himself my pity bought;
I did for Christ alone
What all of Rome could not have wrought
With bruise of lash or stone.

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