Roman agonizing nails pierced Christ to the cross...
As blood of covenant dribbled down thorn-crowned head,
Scourged ripped skin bled from creation's Source,
His parched thirsty throat was wetted with vinegar instead...

Most excruciating was our Saviour's agony and pain!
Abandoned by His own Father for men's sins He willingly bore;
Yet six times spoke He all words of grace most fain...
In the sixth hour darkness befell the earth and for three more.

Noon sun became dark as The Light started to dim;
In the midst, the veil of the Holy of holies was torn apart...
And the precious Lamb of God, these torments' grim
No longer could bear; as He descended into death's path.

Then for the seventh time cried He with a very loud voice,
"Father, into thy hands I commend my spirit", He bowed and slept;
Then gave up His ghost, as the finished work of His choice...
And the host of heaven and earth witnessed His death and wept.

Even unto death, Jesus entrusted His Spirit unto God...
The Father mourned His Son as His mother and also His friends;
Onlookers smote their *******,the centurion gloried The Lord,
But Christ death and grave's tale wasn't how His passion will end.