Unto Golgotha

I stood amidst the maddening crowds drowned in cries of disarray.... Something about this gentle captive Encouraged me to stay. Through the crimson rivets flowing his eyes they pulsed with love. And through the swarming sea of fists His gaze was cast above. They kicked him down, with every lunge a vicious spite fuelled taunt... They marched their prey atop the hill to torture kill and flaunt. I braved the writhing mass of spite as i was in his debt i felt. I shuddered at his broken form every open wound and welt. His mouth grimaced in sheer torment as nails were driven to his wrists. Blood thickened on the sun scorched sand trickling from his tight clenched fists. They mounted him on the cross As he was raised for all to see. Anger toiled deep in my heart as the high priests howled in glee. All silenced by his final cry his broken chords in lamentation. He wailed unto the heavenly Father The God of our creation.... Father God forgive them.. for they know not what they do ... Love was spilt from the beams that bore The man so pure ... so true .. And as he hung his deadening glare which faded in affection.. Death had lost its mighty sting as he awaited resurrection.