Looking back to the hill of Calvary, these things by faith I see ...
A crown of thorns, splattered with mud,A soldier's spear, fresh-tipped with blood.The tears of a mother's age-old grief,And tears of joy shed by a thief.A sponge filled with vinegar, a broken reed,Three rusty nails for which no need.And tossed to one side is the sign they used,"This is Jesus, King of the Jews.A reed and a spear, a crown and a tear,To remind the world that Christ died here.But one thing more by faith I see,At the foot of the cross ...A place for me.
(Written by a U.S. serviceman in Germany. This poem has never been published.)
