To give it thought

I want you to imagine that you are around in the old days.
The time of Jesus, yes. You are Jesus.
So you like it?
Think of how it would feel carrying a heavy cross on your back,
Fun stuff right?
Now think of the thorny hat that they put on you
With thorns piercing your skin.. you taste your own blood.
You cant forget walking towards the place you will be put up at.
Think of what it would feel like to have your feet put over one another
And then nailed to a wooden cross
The very same one you once held on your back.
You still have a little step to stand on when you are brought upright
Just enough to keep you living but enough to live through the pain
Tie your hands up this will hurt.
Have nails be stuck through not your hands but wrists.
Wait were not done!
Pull up the cross and let it stand
Feel the weight of gravity pulling you down
And the nails piercing your hands and feet
Now let the people mock you
Get ready, you are about to watch the same thing happen
To two of your best friends

Poem by J.A.D. © 2001