My Name Is Simon

I come from Cyrene, my name is Simon --- Minding my own buisness, I was forced into labor --- The soldiers ordered me to assist a condemned man --- I argued, but the protest fell upon deaf ears --- So I stated that I, an innocent man, was being forced to do this deed --- As I helped this beaten and bloody criminal, He lost His balance and fell --- They beat and spat upon Him, until I cried out for them to stop --- Finally we arrived at the top of this lonely and barren hill --- We dropped the cross upon the ground and gasped from exhaustion --- Before the roman soldiers could order me to leave --- I locked eyes with this convicted man, who I hesitatingly help --- His gaze pierced my heart and soul, which will remain with me forever --- Walking away from Him, I could hear the sound of the hammer striking the nails --- Suddenly I realized this was an innocent Man of God --- Then silently, within myself I thanked the Lord, for blessing me with this Holy duty.