Stations
STATIONS
Hark! Oh, Angels, where art Thou?!
'Tis here that thou art needest now!
Before Him does the burden lie
To bear the Cross to Calvary!
While crowds all gather, He is not alone
Though some mock the One that claims the Throne
"King of Men, where dost thou rule?
King of naught but ridicule!"
"Tis not enough the burden borne
They fashion Him a crown of thorn
Upon His head it doth be worn
To vilify tormentor's scorn.
Ponderous tree that once gave life,
Siphons strength on journey's strife
Sustenance of bitters gall
Given only after Christ's first fall.
Passing crowds who shout and wail
Strangers, friends to no avail
One who loves Him like no other
Jesus comes to meet His mother.
Is there none give slightest ration
Of mercy, kindness and compassion?
Amongst the crowds 'lest one Paladin?
Came forced a man, Simon of Cyrene.
Along the way, a maid of youth,
Veronica, the face of truth
Took her veil of finest lace
And gently swabbed our Savior's face.
Relentless was the loss of strength
That takes its toll at limit's length
Mind and muscle start to crumble
Christ endures his second stumble.
The Jerusalem women line the way
To see Our Lord they cry and pray
With tearful eyes and wailing cries
They pray for Him this Judgment day.
Father, Father, hear my prayer!
Not much more can I endure!
I fear that I am near the end!
Jesus stumbles yet again.
Satan's soldiers, Heaven's foes,
Strip and steal our Savior's clothes
To distribute them by chance device
They utilize the roll of dice.
How to write what is unspeakable
or describe what is unthinkable
That which is most despicable
Some human beings can be so capable.
They tortured Him with flog and flail!
They crucified Him with rock and nail!
They hung Him from a wooden cross!
What acts could be more hideous!
Christ then spoke with failing breath
Words He chose before His death
Echoed forever in History's review
"Father, forgive them-for they know not what they do."
All the Mary's and closest friends
Stayed with Him until the end
Loosening upon life's final grasp
The Lord let go with one last gasp.
Survivors mourned and wept their loss
His body lowered from the cross
And carried to a granite tomb
Where laid to rest within earth's womb.
Remember Christ's stations of the cross
To guide your soul from being lost
'Lest if e'er you should stray
Pray these Stations find your way.
Copyright © Robert Mucci | Year Posted 2025
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