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!