- And as they came out, they found a man of Cyrene, Simon by name: him they compelled to bear his cross.
- And they compel one Simon a Cyrenian, who passed by, coming out of the country, the father of Alexander and Rufus, to bear his cross.
- And as they led him away, they laid hold upon one Simon, a Cyrenian, coming out of the country, and on him they laid the cross, that he might bear it after Jesus.
From Cyrene’s fields to dusty roads, I came,
A stranger, met with scorn and bitter frame.
The crowd cried out with jeers and sharp disdain,
“Make way! Make way for Judah’s mocked reign.”
Amid the throng, a figure bent with wood,
His form collapsed, as all misunderstood.
In that stark moment, fate drew me near,
A cross was thrust upon me, heavy and severe.
Beneath its weight, my initial protest stilled,
As He looked on, His purpose subtly instilled.
His eyes, though dimmed, a quiet pleading bore,
A silent call to hearts, to seek and explore.
I, Simon, once just a passerby,
Now linked to Him by the beam I carry high.
From grudging steps to willing, open stride,
I bore His cross, His path became my guide.
This wooden burden, once a cruel decree,
Became my blessing, His lesson clear to me.
To take His cross, not by force but choice,
And in its shadow, find reason to rejoice.
Now forever marked by that hallowed day,
Under His cross, gladly I’ll ever stay.
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