~~This poem is writen from the perspective
of one of Jesus' younger brothers watching
him being crucified~~

As I stood there, weeping, watching as they taunted Him
I clung to my mother's shaking body, longing for reassurance.
What reassurance could she give? She was longing for the same.
What power did she have against the ruthless mob?
How little do they know about this man they mock,
About his love for all of them, and the power he possesses.
One day they all will realize and bow their knee to Him,
Him, my older brother, who saved this world from sin.