The metal blades cut Him so deep
The tears in His flesh began to weep
Tears of blood for you and I
Oh yes, for us, He came to die
A crown of thorns upon His head
“Hail King of Jews” the mockers said
His body quaked with intense pain
But all He thought of was our gain
His shoulders bore that heavy cross
Though weakened by the blood He lost
He staggered, stumbled, tripped and fell
Just so we might not go to hell
He screamed as nails pierced through His hands
Such pain to fulfill love’s demands
Thirsty, battered, wounded, weak
Yet love was all His lips could speak
“Father forgive them”, Jesus prayed
As upon Him our sin was laid
And as the life in Him diminished
He said at last “It is finished”.
Shawn © 2004
