Written by Elizabeth Thomas | 12th March 2012

Imagine how she must have felt

as her son was crucified

a mother’s love went out to him

as he suffered, and he died

a mother should not have to watch

while her son is put to death

but she waited, tried to comfort him

as he took his final breath.

Imagine how they must have felt

as they stood before the cross

a teacher, friend, companion

his death would be a loss

they’d listened to his teachings

the words he spoke rang true

but how could they continue

when they were such a few?

Imagine how he must have felt

when the thorns did pierce his skin

the agony he must endure

to free mankind from sin

Beaten, bloodied, broken

his body racked with pain

from death he’ll rise in glory

and for eternity he’ll reign

Imagine how they must have felt

the stone was rolled away!

there in the tomb just funeral bands

where once his body lay

Imagine their bewilderment

Imagine their surprise

he was risen, he was standing there

right before their eyes.

Imagine how he now must feel

as he looks on us with pride

as we worship, and remember

that it was for us he died

from his brutal crucifixion

to his resurrection glory

we know that life’s eternal

from this wonderous easter story.

Elizabeth Thomas