A Different Look At Jesus

When my name was spoken, The nation roared. Not with joy, but anger. When I was above them all, They yelled. Not in anger, but contentment. And when I passed, There was weeping. Not by many, but only a few. When I slept, I was covered. Not by a doctor, but the ones who loved me. And when I arose, They ran to see me. My dearly beloved. ~ Jesus