The Nazarene
Two sandaled feet
Beginning a pace
That will grant salvation
To the whole human race
One foot, placed on hard sand ground
Being followed by disciples milling around
Believers clustered with Jesus, enthralled
Like leaves of a tree that had refused to fall
They, as a group, on the road made their way
Walking and talking with so much to say
Jerusalem beckons yet still far away
Many miles they must make before end of day
The gates opened wide to the city within
Preparations being made to execute Him
He knew of His fate from His Father above
But entered the gates to adorations of love
The people within strew the path where He rode
With fronds from the Palms and also their robes
They cheered and they sang Hosannas to Him
Knowing not that His young life, would suddenly dim
The Romans could find no fault within
And washed their hands of convicting Him
But the Sanhedrin insisted, Jesus must die
Though blasphemy charges were a total lie
Then Pilate asked the gathering throng
Jesus or Barabbas, which did the most wrong?
Give us Barabbas they shouted as one!
Crucify Jesus for the things He has done
He was nailed to a cross
From His head to His feet
His blood draining away
In Jerusalem's heat
Although He's done nothing but teach and love
His destiny had been planned in Heaven above
But, before He died He raised His face
Asking His Father for one saving grace
Forgive them my Father
They know no what they do
Please raise Me from death
To reside next to You!
Copyright © George D. Miller | Year Posted 2021
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