All That Is Gold Does Not Glitter

You might recognize the title of this poem; it's also the title of a poem used by Tolkien in The Lord of the Rings.  Indeed, I've started a whole series of poems that are inspired by this poem; I hope to be posting them over the next week or so.  But for now, here's the first installment.

All that is gold does not glitter

Not all those who wander are lost
He traveled the road always knowing
It was headed for the cross
 
He had no beauty or majesty
That we should be mindful of Him
Popularity always is fleeting:
Palm branches turned to "Crucify Him!"
 
He stayed in humble cottages,
Laid His head by the side of the road
Stumbled under the weight of the world
But willingly carried the load
 
"Behold the Man!" Pilate cried
Can't you see His innocence shine?
Behold the man hanging blood-soaked
An offering for your sins and mine
 
All that is gold does not glitter
Not all those who wander are lost
For the stone's rolled away from the empty tomb
The King not held by the cross