Something About That Man
© 2016 Mollie Pearce McKibbon
Oh what’s the hubbub in the street?
I hear the sound of marching feet.
I hear the shouts of an angry crowd –
They’re coming closer; they’re getting loud.
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See the Man with the crown of thorns?
He’s the One that King Herod scorns.
They’re driving him up Golgotha’s slope –
A merciless place without hope.
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There’s something about that Man’s face
Reminds me of a time and place
Where he and his friends shared their meal
And went about to teach and heal.
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They say He now claims to be God
And his miracles were a fraud.
But I saw the lame he made walk,
The blind to see, the mute to talk.
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I heard the stories that He taught
And felt the hope that He brought.
I must protest this awful fate
Brought on because of fear and hate.
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Yet, I stand silent on the hill,
Urging my conscience to be still
And when they plant that awful tree,
My voice is stopped; my eyes won’t see.
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As I gaze at the darkened sky,
I hear his words, his groaning cry,
“Father, forgive them for my sake,”
And I feel my own heart break.
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