*This poem was written in 1996 and meant to be put with music. The sun shone brightly that afternoon high up in the Galilee sky Three sorrowful heads hung low that day for they knew this was their end As they nailed two of us to a tree hoisted above the world to see We had no remorse for the things we did For as we hung upon the cross, looking down the dusty road The one said to be the Messiah came struggling with his heavy load Then he stumbled to his knees His body aching, begging and pleading for this burden he could no longer bear Then they…