Close your eyes and picture Him, a quiet, loving man.
His eyes are kind and knowing as He looks upon His lambs.
His hands are gentle, angel-soft as they reach to touch your face.
His arms, outstretched, and open wide, bid you to take your place.
Now picture this young, gentle man, being led away to die.
See Him whipped and ridiculed, as His shocked disciples cry,
Look as He struggles to carry the cross, at the crown upon His head.
Feel how the nails pierce His body, know that He'll soon be dead.
From the cross He looks upon you, see compassion in His eyes.
He lovingly looks at his Mother, then He bids us a last good-bye.
Weep with the mourning worshippers, fall, shattered, upon the ground.
Watch as the darkness covers the world and the world is void of sound.
But wait . . .!
Sing with joy, "Alleluia!" Shout, "Praise to God!" for you'll see
that Jesus, our Savior, has risen, and He's waiting impatiently.
He opens His arms in brotherly love, and He tells you He'll always be here.
He smiles as He greets you, "Good Morning!" He lovingly draws you near.
The turmoil of the last supper, the pain Good Friday brings
are both replaced with happiness when everybody sings
songs of glad thanksgiving,
"Alleluia! To our King!"
Copyright ©1995 Judith Regini
