A poem I wrote years ago...
A Child's Song
His bright eyes looked up at me,
The hot air slowed his pace.
I to young to understand,
Why blood flowed down his face.

Trudged up hill to Calvary,
A cross forced on his back.
Sadly looked up to the sky,
And saw that it was black.

I wished to help my Jesus,
But I to small and weak,
Saw that I could not help him,
Fell on knees, began to weep.

Jesus stopped and looked at me,
Tears running down his face.
"Not leaving forever child,
I'm just saving sinful race."

I watched the soldiers nail him,
On those two dreaded planks.
They raised him up, "It is done!"
And his dear head went and sank.

Sara Sue Davitt