The Way Of The Cross

The Way Of The Cross

Jesus Christ's betrayal followed feast of Bread and Wine,
Bloody sweat and Agony when soldiers came in line.
Judas' kiss identified the Holy One to take,
Led away in silence as a Lamb for sinners' sake.

Bound, and scourged, and beaten raw at Pilate's harsh decree,
Crowned with thorns upon His brow in ribald mockery.
Taking up his cross to walk the stony road of shame,
For our sins and our transgressions, meekly taking blame.

Meeting with His Mother, seeing anguish on her face,
Falling 'neath the heavy cross 'til Simon took His place,
Stripped of robes, for which the soldiers cast their lots to win,
Hung to die between two thieves, that day of darkest sin.

Taken down to lie in Mary's arms one lonely hour,
Buried in a borrowed tomb, devoid of life and pow'r.
Until Resurrection Day, sealed in sepulchral cave,
Murdered by the very people that He came to save.

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