When my name was spoken,
The nation roared.
Not with joy, but anger.

When I was above them all,
They yelled.
Not in anger, but contentment.

And when I passed,
There was weeping.
Not by many, but only a few.

When I slept,
I was covered.
Not by a doctor, but the ones who loved me.

And when I arose,
They ran to see me.
My dearly beloved.
~ Jesus