No one stood up for Him
There were hundreds there
Watching, listening
Accusations pounded His head
Still, He said nothing

I pushed through the crowd
One led me on
I saw Him on His knees
Traced with emerald glory
Marigold colored Him in
Love beamed and held

“Ye did not!” I yelled

He stood up
Embraced me close
He pressed His lips to my right ear and said:

“You will wear a mantle from Heaven.  You will be used greatly in these last days, but woman you shall suffer much.  I speak to you from the Book of Daniel.”

Then He was led away