The day was dark and gloomy, here he come via the Delarosa
The burden of the cross too heavy to bear as blood trickled down his face
The crowd cried out in agony as they saw their Savior lose stability
The sound of anguish filled the air, while his tormentors begin to cheer
The lashes get louder; harder, more intense as he carried his cross to the end
Anguish with pain, they hammered the nails through his hands and feet one by one
Overcome with grief he cried out in pain, Father why have you forsaken me
The women wept, his brethrens fall on their knees overcome by what they see
Suddenly the heaven shook, the earth moved and his tormenters
began to flee as God open heaven’s portal to raise his son to victory
There he cried out "Father it is finished my work here on earth is done.”
His mother wept, but his brethren remember the third day is coming
When the angels would roll the stone away, and our Lord would appear.
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