| Thirty-nine stripes on His body Each time with seven strands to gash His flesh Each strand with something tied to disembody Ripping off a piece of His flesh They placed a crown of thorns on His head And pounded them into his skin Until blood ran down from his head Then mocking with a grin A nail was driven into His right hand Entering into the wooden cross So much pain to stand With His arm stretching across A nail was driven into His left hand Arms outstretched on the cross Blood streaming from each hand New pain from arms stretched across A nail was driven into His right foot With blood shooting out Then driven into His left foot Then into the wooden cross bleeding out A spear pierced His side With water and blood gushing His mortal body had died No need for the leg crushing. |