And so He walked
carrying that cross
As they scorned and mocked
so all would not be lost
The wounds on His back
thorns upon His head
Never altering His path
open sores that bled
Never saying a word
as each step pained
Knowing grace would afford
making white the stained
Arriving at the place
he laid down quietly
Seeking His Father’s face
steadfast and wisely
As they pierced His hands
one at a time
He knew with His Father
He’d stand paying our crimes
And as His feet were nailed
and the cross raised
His prayers never failed
as His Father He praised
And when they stuck His side
blood and water ran down
As His mother Mary cried,
God’s mercy reigned down
Thinking He was forever gone
those that loved Him cried
But He knew it wouldn’t be long
it was for us He died
And on that glorious morn
when the stone rolled away
Choirs of angels blew horns;
He is worthy of praise
He died and rose again
doing it all for you and me
The battle with Satan He did win,
setting captives free

Jennifer Lynn Viens
Copyright ©2007 Jennifer Lynn Viens