Our lord beaten and bloody
Must die like a
criminal
To add insult upon
injury
Atop his tousled curls
Was set a thorny crown
Pressed into his scalp
He carried his cross
Upon his bloodied back
Through narrow streets
To the baying of the
crowds
Then onto the hill of
Calvary
Where the prince of
peace
Was nailed to his
cross of pain
And dealt the final
blow
His side pierced by a
spear
His earthly life
ebbing away
Through the open wound
He called out to God
But not for vengeance
He asked that they be
forgiven
And his cross of pain
Cast a Holy shadow
Across the world
That reached every
corner
But the shadow cast
Was not one of
darkness
But one of light
A divine light
The light of love
Which still shines
today
For it is the eternal
light of God
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