I Do Nothing

I am there,
Standing in the crowd among the blasphemies and curses

I am there,
Gazing upon His bruised and bleeding body

I am there
Watching silently as they shove, push and tear him apart

And what do I do?
I do nothing.

I follow up the mount to Calvary
I tread the footsteps now marked with blood
I hear the Cross fall yet again
And watch Him crash upon the stones

And what do I do?
I blindly glance away.

His eyes, they turn to find me
Oh such eyes of loving kindness
They are veiled with pain and anguish
Seeking to find at least one faithful soul

Yet where am I?
I am hiding.

They stretch his sacred hands upon the wood
Pulling, yanking; wrenching them to fit the holes
The nails are pierced through flesh and bone
Yet no cry is uttered from his lips

And what do I say?
I stare in silence.

He hangs half naked for all to see
He endures their spits, their sneers and all their mockeries
They throw rocks that deepen his wounds
And cast lots for his sacred garments

And what do I do?
I do nothing.

For who am I but one of them
I have done nothing to stop them
And sometimes…many times;
I have even joined them.

I have often thought to myself
Oh if I had only been there with Him
I would have stopped the stones from being thrown
I would have shut the mouths of such blasphemers
I would have comforted Him while He carried my burden
And I would have certainly joined him upon the Cross.

But I was there…

I’m still there…

And I’ve done nothing.

JP '05