I Was There

The time of the setting sun, brought clouds of thunder. With anger from the skie, It caused people below to run. The weeping-blood dried and still. Shadows-casting death, from a cross on a hill. Men on a blanket, playing their games of chance. Others quietly staring with not a sound, as though they are in a trance. A mother-destined to see her son die. Spirits-floating in the clouds. Awaiting-for a special man to fly. Sadness crosses a humble face, as a single tear trickles, dropped from his eye. Waiting, suffering, knowing, it is his turn to die. A price paid to set man free. The sins washed away for you and me. A soul wings its way to heaven, to sit on his fathers throne. My God! My God! Come take me home. And then-there is me, to show how much I care. Jesus shared life and death with me. I was on the cross next to him. as he set me free. Because in his spirit-I was there.