A Poem for Easter

 

Will You Willingly Bear His Cross ….
 
It was a day, not like any other,
As angry mobs began to stir.
For the prophet of Nazareth
And His disciples; they gathered to confer.
 
This day was just another Thursday;
And now, with the crowds left behind.
The Son of God sent His faithful two;
A respite they were to find.
 
A place to gather with the Teacher,
A place of quiet and sweet repose.
Away from the seeking, pleading throngs,
To a shelter that few ever come to know.
 
So sheltered in that small Upper Room,
With His beloved disciples gathered ‘round…
The King of all the highest realms,
Now knelt on Holy ground.
 
With a towel tightly girded around his waist,
In the shadows of flickering candlelight….
Was a wash bowl filled with water used
To wash the feet of those that night.
 
For Jesus taught to each one there,
As he washed and dried their feet;
That if you seek to be truly His,
You must seek other’s needs to meet.
 
For time is quickly slipping away;
Will you look back to count the loss?
For if you seek to follow Jesus Christ,
Will You Willingly Bear His Cross?
 
W. Patrick Queen © April 2026