SIMON OF CYRENE

Cyrenian Simon, did you guess that hateHad added to his cross its crushing weightWhen Jesus groaned and sank beneath the loadUpon the stony way of Calvary's road?When they who led him forced his cross on you,What did the world's rejected Saviour doAmid the scornful crowd? Perhaps he turnedAnd looked into your eyes with love that yearnedFor understanding as you followed him.Then, having mounted Golgotha's worn rim,You must have lingered till your thought was sure That this was God's dear Son, divinely pure.

When word that he had risen from the tombDispelled the sky's unprecedented gloom,How glad you must have been for your small partIn easing his great heaviness of heart!Perhaps you wished to touch his garment's hemAnd so revisited Jerusalem.O Simon, Simon, did your ears rejoiceWhen hearing recognition in his voice?Like Jacob, who had seen his brother's face Glow like the face of God with holy grace,Did you go softly, then, with love unpriced,Remembering the glory of the Christ?

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