Did the birds sing that morning
As You made your way to the hill?
And did you stop for one moment to wonder
At the wisdom of God’s will?
Did He seem too harsh a father?
Were His demands too hard to fill?
Did you want to get Him off Your back?
Did You feel You couldn’t wait until
That whole sad day was over,
And You whispered ‘Peace be Still’
As You died on the cross that Friday
In fulfilment of His will.
© Eithne Reynolds