Something About That Man
© 2016 Mollie Pearce McKibbon
Oh, what’s the hubub in the street?
I hear the sound of marching feet.
I hear the shouts of and angry crowd-
They’re coming near; they’re getting loud.
See the Man with the crown of thorns?
He is the one that King Herod scorns.
They’re driving him up Godgotha’s slope-
A merciless place without hope.
There’s something about that Man’s face
Reminds me of a time or place
Where he and his friends shared their meal
And went about to teach and heal.
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.
I heard the stories that he taught
And felt the hope that Man brought.
I must protest this awful fate
Brought on because of fear and hate.
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.
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.