Emma Campbell - I Am

I knelt and washed His precious feet <br /> And dried them with my hair <br /> I walked with Him from Bethany <br /> His last supper to prepare. <br /> I head the clink of silver <br /> As it tell in Judas' hand. <br /> I pittance of thirty pieces <br /> To betray the son of Man. <br /> I prayed with Him in Gethsemane <br /> The others were fast asleep, <br /> All except Simon Peter <br /> And two sons of Zebedee. <br /> I listened to Peter's denial <br /> He said he knew not Christ <br /> Not one; not two; but three times <br /> Ere the cock crowed thrice. <br /> I felt the bittersweet kiss of death <br /> As they led my Lord away <br /> To face his false accusers <br /> On that black and infamous day. <br /> I wiped away the spittle <br /> From the masters bellowed face <br /> I tried to soothe the stinging stripes <br /> And lift a crown of thorns away. <br /> I felt the nails go through His hands, <br /> The sword that pierced His said <br /> I hung my hand in agony <br /> The day my Savior died. <br /> They gave Him not sweet water <br /> But vineyard laced with gall <br /> Taunted Him with temptation <br /> They humiliated my Lord. <br /> They reckoned not with his Father <br /> And when their cruel deed was done, <br /> God was angry in Hi Heaven <br /> They had mistreated His beloved son. <br /> He sent lightning, fires and earthquakes, <br /> Ripped the temple veil apart <br /> The mighty mountains trembled <br /> And all the world was dark. <br /> Jesus shed His precious blood <br /> My Savior paid the price <br /> And I shall dwell with Him forever, <br /> For I am a crucified with Christ.<br /><br />Emma Campbell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-am-33/