I saw him in the fields as a boy
And he was smiling
Such a tender youth and full of love
For every living thing great and small
The sheep were all around him
And each he fed out of hand
One by one, smiling at his flock
With eyes full of love
And a heart ever giving
I saw him in the market square
And he was smiling
The great teacher
And all those who follow him
The people did flock to see him
And he spoke to them and told stories
He taught the masses, young and old
I saw the shepherd king
When jesus of Nazereth came to market
I saw him in his chains
Lead through the town bruised and bloody
Lead by roman jailors toward death
While all around the crowd was in turmoil
He never cried out, nor begged for life
He never moaned, never complained
Even when the raised him up, and nailed him to the cross
His only words were a dying prayer
He was smiling.