This was inspired by the thoughts about family members, particularly fathers, being present at a crucifixion.
I should warn that it might be a hard read for those who love their daughters.
I Watched
I watched them ease you from the womb,
I heard your lusty cry
They say now you’re a rebel who
They’ll lead out there to die.
I watched them wrap you with great care
Felt your finger’s new-born grip
They strip your lovely body bare
And thrash you with a whip.
I watched your first steps on life’s road
I heard you start to talk
You’re struggling ‘neath your wooden load
Upon your final walk.
I watched o’er you when you were ill
And soothed your discontent
You’ve fallen on this rocky hill
And I am impotent.
I watched to keep you from all harm
I swore I’d never fail
They’re stretching out your slender arms
Preparing cruel nails.
I watched to see you’d not be hurt
But then you left my home;
I watch now as your life-blood spurts
I hear you scream and groan.
I watch them as they raise you high
Your screams! My blood runs cold!
My only daughter, crucified
At twenty-two years old.
I watch you from this howling crowd
I call, Oh, can you hear?
My precious, hush your screaming loud -
Your daddy’s standing near!
I should warn that it might be a hard read for those who love their daughters.
I Watched
I watched them ease you from the womb,
I heard your lusty cry
They say now you’re a rebel who
They’ll lead out there to die.
I watched them wrap you with great care
Felt your finger’s new-born grip
They strip your lovely body bare
And thrash you with a whip.
I watched your first steps on life’s road
I heard you start to talk
You’re struggling ‘neath your wooden load
Upon your final walk.
I watched o’er you when you were ill
And soothed your discontent
You’ve fallen on this rocky hill
And I am impotent.
I watched to keep you from all harm
I swore I’d never fail
They’re stretching out your slender arms
Preparing cruel nails.
I watched to see you’d not be hurt
But then you left my home;
I watch now as your life-blood spurts
I hear you scream and groan.
I watch them as they raise you high
Your screams! My blood runs cold!
My only daughter, crucified
At twenty-two years old.
I watch you from this howling crowd
I call, Oh, can you hear?
My precious, hush your screaming loud -
Your daddy’s standing near!