For My Jesus

Once I had imagined
that I was on that Hill
I saw you struggle with your cross
And my eyes with tears did fill

Despair took me over
And I fell to my knees
From a distance I looked upon your face
And to myself I thought, "No one really sees."

The light had gone from your eyes
And in the tomb they placed you
Something had fled from my heart
With hope, I was through

Your rose with the sun on the third day
I heard the rumors spread
That my Jesus, who had perished on a cross
Was alive, not dead!