The People Stood Watching
“Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing.” - Luke 23:34
Come, see a man who told me everything
I ever did. A man who healed my eyes,
fed me bread he multiplied, poured my cup
of wine, washed my feet, called me out
onto the sea, cursed the unfruitful tree,
received my kiss on his way out of Gethsemane.
Come see a man who raised me from death,
beckoned for me from my tomb, knew me
in my mother’s womb. See him, how he saved
Let him save himself, if he is the chosen
one, the Son of God, of Man, a Nazarene.
Come draw lots with me—which piece
of clothing do you need?
In this poem, my goal was to put myself in the place of a person who stood watching Jesus raised up onto the cross, especially a person who had experienced so much of Jesus's ministry up until that point. I wanted to feel that statement, "Father, forgive them, for they do not know what they are doing" in light of all that he has done. I think if I were to write this poem again today, I might personalize it even more and reflect on those things that Jesus has done in my own life, and what my lousy response has been, how forgetful I am. In fact, I might do just that. Why not, right?