One asked, “Why do you think of me?” in awe.
He saw the stars, the heavens, and was filled
With holy fear, in wonder at the law
At work within the world. It left him stilled.

One asked, “Why do you think of me?” and wept
At losses greater than a man should know.
Accused but innocent, this one was kept
Alive to cry to heav’n from hell below.

One said, “Do this. Remember me,” and broke
The bread for broken questioners and poured
A cup for all the thirsty as he spoke
Of death and life and suff’ring and reward.

The third knows well the two, the joy, the strife.
Encompassed in his knowing is his life.

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