Beloved Lord, this day you died for me
This day you trod alone to Calvary
Where are your friends you had not long ago?
That strewed your path with palms
Where'ere you'd go?

They all have left you here alone to face
The jealous mob you called your chosen race
They mocked, and bound, and scourged you
They said "Oh, hail Great Jew."
They pushed and jeered and hurt you
If only Lord they knew.

That love had made you do this
That mercy could endure
That being poor, you could be rich
And being rich, be poor.

And so today, that very day
When blood oozed out That side
God took the key, unlocked the gate
And Heaven opened wide.

by Junemarie Roldan
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10/25/2009

Posted on 10/25/2009
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