Nothing

*Sorry so short, guys! I know most people HATE that! I just felt like after four stanzas, I had finished what I was saying. No one likes those poems where you can TELL someone was done talking, but kept going!
Anyway...*

Nothing to be sad about,
and yet, a tear falls down.
I'm staring at the book in my hand.
I can feel him all around.

Nothing to be mad about,
and yet, I want to shout.
He comforts me in life
even when I do nothing but pout.

Nothing he did to deserve it,
and yet, they killed the man.
But in just three days, God did
what only my God can.

Nothing to be scared about,
but some--they ran away
when they saw my Jesus walking
on that third day.