I Was There

by Joe Bisicchia

I was there when we crucified my Lord.

I was there, with all my iniquity and hypocrisy, my gall. I knew not what I was doing, but I know now. And the crow of my death patiently knows. Stands vigil now with me, ever still, ever real.

I was there when we crucified my Lord.

O sometimes it causes me to tremble!

O, I pray, let Love somehow be ever merciful. Let Love let go its red leaves, and yet still be. I look up for forgiveness. The thirsty Tree of Life bares its bones, not one broken.

Sacred Heart, ever open.