As He Carried the Cross

As He carried the cross,
We laughed and snared.
We spat at His Feet,
And none of us cared.

As He carried the cross,
We looked at Him,
We did not help,
But He controlled the Seraphim.

As He carried the cross,
They were preparing His grave.
He fell the first time,
But aren't we all God's slaves?

As He carried the cross,
His mother stood crying.
But nobody cared,
Enough to start trying.

If He carried the cross,
Again today,
Would we be violent and evil,
Or help Him and pray?