A man stood by the lintel on that historic day
I’m sure that he was sorry he chose to pass that way
And there among the soldiers with rabble gathered round
A man collapsed on the path and hit the stony ground.
On his head he suffered a mock crown made of thorn
His body bore the scourges, his garment wet and torn
The stranger he came forward to give this man relief
He helped him drag his burden just like a common thief.
The stranger’s name was Simon from Cyrene he had come
Who guessed we’d know his name for two thousand years and some,
His courage and his kindness played well on that last day
While our Lord Jesus died in that place so faraway !
Claire V. Bogdanos 