I saw Him. Staggering down the street The rough timber of the cross Dragging against his whipped, beaten and bloody skin Embedding its splinters in pain upon pain. Anguished obedience Shadowed by weeping and wailing. I saw Him. Nails pounded through hands and feet And deep into my heart. Bloodied bruised tatters and a crown of thorns The King of the Jews in the company of thieves. Anguished oppression … And inconceivable forgiveness. I saw Him. Eloi, Eloi, lema sabachthani Parched lips, agonising torture, thirst. It is finished, He breaths His last. Despairing, I fall to my knees … I thirst Anguished confession Jesus I believe. And with amazing grace He saw me.