Cobblestones In Red

Those stones had heard the children’s cries Hosanna to the King A donkey brought the Man of Peace To hear Jerusalem sing. But soon a dreaded whipping post Placed on some others stones Would hear the soldiers’ hateful jeers And Mercy’s gasps and moans. And blood would leave the Vessel pure And pay sin’s awful cost. A Mother wipes the crimson ground To salvage what she lost.