The Work of the Cross

I stand inawe of the pure agony as Christ sweat blood in Gethsemene. I watch as He is arrested, mutilated by whip,mocked and detested. I hurt as he falls from the weight of the beam He must carry to His execution scene. I weep as the nails they are pounding And the beam drops into place soundly. I hear Him talk to His Mother lovingly, Then ask God's forgivgeness for His enemies. I stiffen as the sky turn,s black at mid-day and wait three silent hours till it clears away. I hear Him cry ," Why have You forsaken Me?' then He said,"It is finished." on Calvary's tree.