Veronica -- SIX Inspired Version

Today we are up to Part 2 of my SIX Inspired treatment of the women of Holy Week. This is an exploration of who these women were or might have been (since so many women in the bible do not get fully developed backstories) outside of there brief encounters with Jesus. 

Today is Veronica.

You know me as the woman with the cloth
The cloth that captures the image of Jesus's face

But I dare say I'm more than a piece of cloth

I am more than one brief moment with Jesus

I am a woman, I am a saint, I am worthy

Did you ever wonder why I was the one moved

Moved to let Jesus wipe his brow with my cloth?

It is because I knew suffering and exclusion

It is because I knew not being seen for who I am

I am a woman, I am a saint, I am worthy

In truth I was not always known as Victoria

My family knew me as Victor but that was not

Who I was, Who I was, Who I was deep down

That was not who I was deep down inside

I am a woman, I am a saint, I am worthy

So I moved to Jerusalem and become Victoria

There were so many people in the big city I was

Able to find my own way as my true self Victoria

I was able to get lost in the big city and be myself 

I am a woman, I am a saint, I am worthy

When Jesus first arrived he was the talk of the town

There were even rumors that the stones themselves

Were singing out with his praise, singing out with praise

We were all aware that he was here in the big city

I am a woman, I am a saint, I am worthy

That final week I was busy with my own life

Earning just enough to have my daily bread

But I still heard rumors of temple tables flying

But I still heard rumors of betrayal, hate, and fear

I am a woman, I am a saint, I am worthy

I was there when Jesus was walking to the cross

And our eyes met for just a moment and I saw

Saw that this Jesus understood who I was inside

Understood the challenges of being free to be Victoria 

I am a woman, I am a saint, I am worthy

I offered up my cloth because I saw the sorrow

The sorrow in the eyes of Jesus as he walked to the cross

I knew that he understood me and in turn I understood him

And in return I got his face imprinted on my cloth

I am a woman, I am a saint, I am worthy