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Simon the Cyrenian Speaks
HE never spoke a word to me,And yet He called my name;He never gave a sign to me, And yet I knew and came.
At first I said, “I will not bear His cross upon my back;He only seeks to place it there Because my skin is black.”
But He was dying for a dream, And He was very meek,And in His eyes there shone a gleam Men journey far to seek.
It was Himself my pity bought; I did for Christ aloneWhat all of Rome could not have wrought With bruise of lash or stone.