The Way Of The Cross

THE WAY OF THE CROSS

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Once, a Way of the Cross, endured,

For the love of our salvation.

Now, a Way of the Cross, reflected upon,

As the remembrance of His Passion!

Once, a kiss together with some scent,

Surrendered onto His feet

Now, a kiss with a hidden motive,

Got Him surrendered to a plight, so sensitive.

Once, a crown full of leaves and love,

He could not accept to be placed onto his head, above.

Now, a crown of thorns and torment,

He could not reject, at that dreadful moment.

Once, around He went, with a touch of love,

In search of the lame and blind, He could save.

Now, His hands and feet, in an agony, so hopeless,

Were nailed to satisfy their rage, so heartless.

Once, a large group of believers He did not fail,

To feed them with an abundant and satisfying meal.

Now, when He is dried up, completely,

No one came forward with mere water, courageously.

Once born, freshly laid onto Mary’s hands, clapped.

Now gone, lying breathlessly onto Mary’s fragile laps.

Written by Freda, Good Friday, 13th April, 2001, Singapore