How could You have stood there,
Without a word to say,
As they jeered and mocked and bound You up
Leading You away.
I would have had a thousand words
To silence all their lies,
But every word You didn’t say
Was spoken through Your eyes;
For while they made a fool of You,
And whipped You without cause,
Your heart was full of love for them –
Their sins became Your sores.
They led You through the temple courts
And brought You before the crowd –
People just like me were there,
Shouting out aloud.
And not one spoke at Your defence,
Though You had done no wrong;
They wanted someone else released
And You did not have long.
In just a little while, You were flogged some more –
Beaten to the ground;
Flogged and battered till You were crushed,
Yet no sin in You was found.
On and on they led You through
The streets where You had spread your fame –
They made You carry a heavy cross
Though You were not to blame.
The journey was long and Your strength had waned
As You drew near to the place,
So they chose a man to share Your load –
Your burden, to embrace;
But none could imagine the agony You felt
Nor the pain of each new blow –
The torment as each nail drove through Your flesh
I will never know.
They hoisted You up for all to see
And stripped Your dignity bare;
Your enemies and friends together, looked on,
As they crucified You there.
© M.R.P 2004