I was in the valley
following with the crowd
I would listen daily
trying to no longer be proud.

But soon the crowd
began to dwindle in size
and was no longer loud
leave others would advise.

Yet I could see him there
and wondered aloud
that for us he could care
to have to wear a shroud?

Then I followed him
to the mountains high
now the crowds were thin
with all the soldiers nigh.

But I could not leave
to be by His side desired I
just once to touch his sleeve
to say, "let me follow thee, Sire."

I could feel him almost
and soon all around
warmth was felt the most
as his love I felt surround.

Again I wondered aloud
how could one, this one
love me so much, so proud
to suffer the pain alone?

Now there are no crowds
(8) who gather to be near
three today were put in shrouds
and the heavens no longer clear.