St. John:
The total pain and suffering
Of the cross was only heighten
By our close friendship
That bonds forever
And links our destiny together as one.
The Sky darkens and thundered,
As the ground shook and split apart.
When the Roman guards took his limp dead body
Down from that wooden tree.
We washed his body
And carefully wrapped it
In pure white linen
For his eternal resting place.
I never left his side, good or bad,
Sincerely grateful for his teaching
And for his holy guidance,
His faithful dedicated servant.