A long way, from laying in the hay.
He carried a burden, given by Pontius.
Mary shed a tear.
Crowned by thorns, bled to save us.
A cross built for him.
The symbol of hope for us today.
On the Friday he died, he forgave.
He asked to spare us, for we not know.
He is risen, let us rejoice.
Forget not what he asks.
He goes by names many.
Savior. Lord. Friend. Jesus.
Regardless of who you are,
Forget his message not.