Rosary-The Crucifixion
At Golgotha, His arms stretched wide,
Our loving Lord was crucified.
No greater love to give a friend
Than a life’s end.
That morning, it was nine AM
When they took nails and pierced His skin.
And on the cross they hung Him high
So He would die.
The people watched as they stood by,
The ones who cried out, “Crucify!”
They jeered and sneered and shook their heads
At all He’d said.
A thief was there at either side.
One mocked Him out of fear and pride.
The other said that he believed,
“Remember me.”
From noon ‘til three the sky grew dark
And people feared within their hearts.
The sun was gone, day disappeared,
The end was near.
“This your mother. This your son.”
He said to John and the Blessed One.
“It is done.” Aloud He cried.
And then He died.
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