In Preparation for Easter

I look out over the world,
My view the desert plain.
The silent sun stood scorching,
wrecking his wrath on men.
The plain itself was bare and broken,
of rocks no hills or shrubs
to hide oneself from blazing heat
in this blistered land.
Weeping men went wandering
in search of precious gem
gave their all to find it
no cure was given them
So spend they their days wandering
wandering without hope
till at last they collapse broken
in this desert land
At this I turn away unable
to watch this ghastly sight
but stop again I hear a cry
A call that calms my heart
Another man has come to view
but different one than they
He tells of tales of distant lands
where waters cool do flow
He offers them passage there,
but they do scoff and jeer
"The desert heat has gone to you,
this land is all we know."
So they took and slew him
and wandered separate ways.
But those who stayed there saw that
His blood a pathway made.
Gave up all their treasures
in hope in faith in him
Till at last they stood upon the sod and grass
where waters cool did flow.
Their voice unheeded trickled by
for their view was enraptured by the sight
of Him they once had scorned.