How the world must have looked that day

When you were sentenced to die

Innocent to the end, your sacrifice is love

Willing to be ridiculed, scorned, beaten

Stricken, smitten, and afflicted.

Held up on the cross for all to see

Some Jews laughing,

Some Jews crying,

Some Jews yelling,

Still others, standing there, 

As though your death was justified

All this you took in yet were passive to the end

And when you died, the world stopped

Then, the centurion

Believed.

He believed in a greater good than Rome

And all of creation agreed.

For unto us is born a child

For unto us is given a savior

Christ crucified-

And risen again