Boston condo broker and a Easter poem

I hope Jesus knew.

I hope he knew when he was staring at that cross
Ready to sacrifice himself,
Facing pain alone after being betrayed by one friend
And abandoned by others.

I hope he knew as he staggered under the weight of responsibility
And fought fear with Faith,
Crying to his Father in his time of need.

I hope he knew that almost two thousand years later,
We who love him
Would stand together
To thank him for his sacrifice,
To share the joy of his resurrection.

I hope he knew that in his darkest hour
Those who love him today
Were standing beside him.