| They
mocked Him and scorned Him, |
| and
crowned Him with thorns. |
| They
struck Him and beat Him, |
| To this
He was born. |
| |
| They
jeered Him and sneered Him, |
| and
spat in His face. |
| They
knew not to do not |
| to
His Holy Grace. |
| |
| They
nailed Him ... assailed Him, |
| His
blood they did spill. |
| They
saw not the truth of |
| the
Lamb they would kill. |
| |
| They
gibed Him, despised Him, |
| His
clothes they did take. |
| They
hurt Him, desert Him, |
| His
heart they did break. |
| |
| They
raised Him and praised Him, |
| as King
of the Jews. |
| They
knew not that they were |
| the
ones who would lose. |
| |
| They
watched Him and gawked Him, |
| and
dared Him to live. |
| They
heard Him beseech |
| for
their sins to forgive. |
| |
| He
rocked them and shocked them, |
| and
the earth did quake. |
| His
Father did not, |
| of
His Son forsake. |
| |
| He
died then, and left them, |
| a veil
rent in two. |
| His
last thought ... a whisper ... |
| "I did
this for you" ... |
By Carole Bevan-Irby |
