This is a poem I wrote:
I saw a boy run to me
As I passed through the crowd
Tears ran down his little cheeks
And made a puddle on the ground
He asked why it had to be
That the man must die
He asked why He was scorged
Why blood dripped from His eye
Why did the man wear a crown
That was made by a cruel thorn
What were the nails for
And why was His back torn
Why was He put on that cross
What had He done wrong
Who would stay with Him
When all the others had gone
"Please sir please tell me
Why he suffered so?"
I picked the child up in my arms
Then I turned and said, "Let's Go"
I stood trembling before the cross
Wondering what I could say
I turned to the boy with tears in my eyes
For innocence was slain that day.