Unto golgotha

Written by: stephen clarke

 I stood amidst the maddening crowds

 drowned in cries of disarray....

 Something about this gentle captive

 Encouraged me to stay.

 Through the crimson rivets flowing

 his eyes they pulsed with love.

 And through the swarming sea of fists

 His gaze was cast above.

 They kicked him down, with every lunge

 a vicious spite fuelled taunt...

 They marched their prey atop the hill

  to torture kill and flaunt.

  I braved the writhing mass of spite

  as i was in his debt i felt.

  I shuddered at his broken form

  every open wound and welt.

  His mouth grimaced in sheer torment

  as nails were driven to his wrists.

  Blood thickened on the sun scorched sand

  trickling from his tight clenched fists.

  They mounted him on the cross

  As he was raised for all to see.

  Anger toiled deep in my heart

  as the high priests howled in glee.

  All silenced by his final cry

  his broken chords in lamentation.

  He wailed unto the heavenly Father

  The God of our creation....

  Father God forgive them.. for they know not

  what they do ...

  Love was spilt from the beams that bore

  The man so pure ... so true ..

  And as he hung his deadening glare

  which faded in affection..

  Death had lost its mighty sting

  as he awaited resurrection.