I walked the path that Jesus trod so many years ago.
I felt a kinship to my God, emotions bid me go.
The day I stepped foot on that soil I felt my life complete.
I knew my Lord had walked my steps ’cause this is where we’d meet.

He took my hand and showed me things that He’d seen through my eyes.
The people who beseeched His prayers and blessings through their cries.
He showed me life and death and peace, the trials of His day.
And yet He gave me laughter as He led me on our way.

I felt the heat through sandals worn, relentless sun beat down.
I felt his pain and glory as He walked from town to town.
I felt all of His followers who walked where I now trod,
while groping in the darkness just to hear the word of God.

His written word became as life, each scripture verse I’d read,
HIs trials and temptations as He served His people ‘bread’.
Beatitudes I’d long forgot came rushing to my mind
as Jesus taught them promises of being meek and kind.

I saw the sea of Galilee and felt His presence there.
I felt Him walk the water … then expectance made me stare.
I reaffirmed my faith in Him, and felt the hand of John
as water from the Jordan washed away my sins – they’re gone.

I walked among the olive trees and temples where He spoke.
I tasted all the manna and the bread like Jesus broke.
I walked the land that Jesus walked and felt Him take my hand.
“I’ve so much more to show you” as He led me ‘cross the sand.

As I walked on, I felt His strength and steadfast pow’r of love
that drove Him onward to His death decreed by God above.
But not in anger, pride or greed did God send forth His Son –
but show us that through all our fears or sins o’er death we’ve won.

I felt unrest, this Holy Land was under siege back then
by evil’s touch at Satan’s hand using the sins of men.
The ground shook then as it shakes now, this siege on Holy Land.
As Jesus stilled the fears of man, again we take a stand.

The place of Jesus’ birth and death is threatened yet again.
I feel the fear as bombs shell forth, I sense my Lord in pain.
He takes my hand and calms my fears as on I walk with Him.
I feel as the disciples did, my heart filled to the brim.

I visited the Upper Room where mem’ries filled my mind
of Jesus ‘body and His blood’ as He shared bread and wine.
I felt that I was with them all – the meeting of the twelve,
as Jesus told of God’s own plan they talked among themselves.

The goosebumps then crawled up my arm – the Garden straight ahead.
I knelt among the trees of old that witnessed all ’twas said.
I felt the chill run down my spine while sitting in that place
that Jesus prayed while tears of blood fell freely down His face.

My heart beat fast, my breathing slowed … I felt His humble cry;
“Father, if it’s possible, please let this cup pass Me by”.
The agony my Lord had felt consumed me as I prayed.
Confusion the disciples felt ’bout plans that Judas made.

Betrayer’s kiss, the angry words, the severed ear then healed.
As Jesus walked away to face His fate already sealed.
The courtyard seemed so peaceful now, but held emotions raw –
His fate was all decided as He stepped before the law.

The rulers washed their hands of Him, then set some guilty free –
condemning Jesus to a fate of cold brutality.
I saw the cell where He was kept, stripped naked, beaten, too,
then led away to Calvary to suffer yet anew.

His body scourged, the crown of thorns placed cruelly on His head.
A sword was taken to His side ensuring He was dead.
“Come down from there”, I hear them cry, “So where is your God now?”
My heart is broken to the core. Weeping, my head then bows.

But I knew death had not a chance of holding Him at bay
and that is why I do believe the words He has to say.
I said goodbye to this strange land where yet I felt at home.
And as the tears streak down my cheeks, my mind whispers ‘shalom’.

© 2019, Barb Henson. All rights reserved.

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Barb Henson
I love to read and swim, even more I love to write poetry. I love challenges and I write to let people know they are not alone in this world they travel in. God is a big part of my life and has been since the day He stopped me from trying to end it.
Where Jesus Trod

4 thoughts on “Where Jesus Trod

  • October 1, 2019 at 5:28 pm

    Hello, Barb

    Very nicely presented piece and the display picture shows how hard travelling must have been in those days and compliments the piece perfectly.

    The rhyme scheme is excellent and a very enjoyable read. The are no corrections needed that I could find that haven’t already been pointed out. I’ll read more of your work for sure.


  • September 21, 2019 at 9:21 am

    Hi Barb

    This is a very well produced story poem on a wonderful and powerful topic. You have painted both the scenery and happenings beautifully.

    The part with the “bombs shelling forth” shows the difference in the eras very well.

    One small suggestion…

    Stanza 7: Maybe add “to” after “But”

    Well done


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