The Bloody Road To Calvary
The Bloody Road to Calvary
© Ben Burton 4/11/2019
They scourged this common criminal, the man who would be king
He was a Jew and that alone was reason to demean
In bawdy reverie they whipped Him, calling Him a joke
They cloaked His nakedness and wounds beneath a scarlet robe
A wooden rod would serve as scepter for this beaten rube
Who soon would beg forgiveness, "God, they know not what they do"
At length, a crown of thorns to make the mockery complete
Blood rushed into His eyes, by then His spirit worn and weak
They used the rod to pound the crown more deeply in His scalp
Then, tiring of their terror, they released Him to the crowd
His urgent need for water superseded all the pain
Yet on He walked, with heavy cross, along the dusty lane
Jehovah watched in horror at the treatment of His Son
Knowing if He chose to, Christ could smite the teeming throng
But He had one objective, that the Gospel be fulfilled
He staggered, labored, hard to breathe, until, at last, he kneeled
There, Simon of Cyrene was called upon to bear His load
Though not from sudden kindness, but the process was too slow
All eager and impatient to conclude His life and prove
That He was naught but mortal man, Who never spoke the truth
At length, they made it to the hill with three lives set to end
They nailed sharp spikes in wrist and arm, with passionate intent
The guards then raised the crosses and looked on as Jesus died
Yet, three days hence, His death would bring mankind eternal life
Copyright © Ben Burton | Year Posted 2019
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