Up the hill
walks a man,
His body
beaten down!
A gift
of the whip,
As His
flesh drags the ground!
To the
cross He walks,
With not a
tear in His eye!
For He had
came on a mission,
He'd came
there to die.
One
solider, ties His wrist,
With a
rope tight!
As the other
draws a hammer,
And three
long spikes.
JESUS
convulses,
As the
first nail goes in.
Now the
hammering starts,
For all of
mans sin.
With
the second nail through,
Vile
shoots down His chin.
The
sickening of Christ,
To mans
shame, and his sin.
With His arms
now nailed,
Tight
to the cross.
A final
spike to the feet,
For all of
the lost.
The angels
stood silent,
Just
waiting for His call.
One word
from Jesus,
Would have
stopped it all.
Then at
mid day,
The sky's
went black.
The Father
had seen enough,
He was
turning His back.
The light
of the sun,
was temporarily
taken away.
But as our
sins were paid,
The Son
rose stronger on the third day.
The hope
for all Man,
still
shines today.
Because
God turned His back,
and just
looked away!
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