I saw You standing there,
Among guards
Who mocked and scorned,
And placed thorns upon Your hair;
I knew I was seeing love.

I saw You standing there
As the weight of the world
Was placed upon Your back,
And You used the strength
Of which you had no lack;
I knew I was seeing love.

I saw You lying there,
Lying on the path.
Is the weight of my sins too much?
But I saw You rise again
And journey amidst the wrath;
I knew I was seeing love.

I saw You standing there
Close to Your mother
Who comforted You, and
You her.
Like no one other;
I knew I was seeing love.

I saw You walking there
When Simon helped carry You on
To Golgotha, to Your passion,
So the sins of the world could be gone;
I knew I was seeing love.

I saw You standing there
Where they cast lots for Your moon-white garments,
As pure as the lamb,
To fulfill what was said of old
In the Psalms, so was I told;
I knew I was seeing love.

I saw You lying there
On the Cross, as the
Transgressions of the world
Were hammered in, blow by blow-
And I was holding the handle;
I knew I was seeing love.

There You were
As You breathed Your last
And saved humanity, me, from death.
The one promised by the Father
To raise us up after our fall
Because You so loved us all;
I knew I was seeing love.

And on that dark, dark day
On which my Savior passed,
I had seen You on Your way and
I knew I was seeing love.

By Elisabeth Smith ’28, Rising Co-Assistant Editor-in-Chief
28esmith@montroseschool.org