Crucified
Rejected and scorned by the ones I came to save
I feel the agony coming in giant wave
I have taught them love and healed their sick
But the murderer Barrabas, over me they did pick
In public my flesh is torn mercilessly from my back
With metal and nails at me they hack
I feel each lash of that heavy leather whip
With each stripe, flesh from my bones doth rip
They make for me a terrible, twisted crown
And clothe me in a tattered purple gown
I feel the thorns crushing into my head
The stone is stained, where blood I shed
As I pass through the streets baring my cross
At me, rocks and stones, my people toss
When my burden I can no longer bear
They give me someone with whom I can share
Up that long Calvary’s hill I slowly climb
Approaching at last the end of my time
They drive metal stakes into my feet and hands
Below me my many persecutors stand
Two more are to die with me today
The one on my left to the other does say
We deserve our punishment, but he does not
We must live with what we wraught
I look at this man and to him I say
Surely in paradise you shall see me today
The pain is greater than any I know
Father why have you forsaken me so
Into your hands my spirit I give
For I know soon again I will live
For this reason I was sent to Earth
To salvation and forgiveness, I gave birth
Copyright © Jamie Poole | Year Posted 2011
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