This poem is from 2015 ~ Cale

The crowds were there that day
To see Him passing by
The crowds were there that day–
In turn, they saw Him die

And no one could prevent
Nor stop the flow of tears
His death, no accident
Would mark for many years–

The day they crowned a carpenter
With scarcely noble thorns
The day they might have hailed a King
They rained upon Him scorn

Disappointed, broken hearts
Believing He was just a man–
If they’d known Him as the Lord
Then they would understand:
According to His Father’s plan
He’d die, but rise to live again

The crowds were there that day
To see Him passing by
The crowds were there that day–
In turn they saw Him die

And all would mourn the season
Though none could know the reason
For lost youth and lost glory–
What appeared the end of story

No crowds were there that day
Only a chosen few–
His awesome transformation
Was theirs alone to view

“You are the Christ, the Living Lord

You are the King of kings
We praise You and receive You
And the truth for Life You bring”

All that is past is done–
The victory has been won
By Him, Who once was merely
A carpenter’s son

The crowd will meet again one day
The carpenter to laud–
The crowd will meet again one day
And join the Son of God ~