Walking, as if someone

Was by my side.

It was but a short journey,

Not one in which you would ride.

I kept a lively conversation

With this person by my side.

Don't know who he is, although

I think I have seen him before.

He spoke to me about God,

And how this King of Kings

Gave up His life for all of us.

But so few remember His pain.

Oh sure we heard of the cross

And how they nailed Him to it.

But that was ancient history,

Probably exaggerated at that.

He pondered awhile and said,

Do you really think it was a myth?

No, I think it really happened,

That they killed Him for his beliefs.