“You are the Christ” I spoke up boldly,
“You ARE God’s chosen one, THE Messiah…”
“I will suffer,” he spoke calmly
“I will be whipped and tortured,
Beaten and bruised…”
“But You are the Christ” I said,
“God’s chosen one, THE Messiah…”
“I will be tried” he said with not a waver in his voice,
“I will be sentenced to death,
Crucified and buried…”
“But You are the Christ” I stammered,
“God’s chosen one, THE Messiah…”
“I must travel this road” he was quieter now
“There is no other way, I will,
I must give myself, even to this…”
“BUT You are the Christ” I shouted, stumbling over my words
“God’s chosen one, THE Messiah…”
He nodded,
Set his face towards the city,
And rebuked me when I tried to hold him back…
