People mocked him as he confirmed his name, Jesus of Nazareth.

For he did not wear expensive apparel nor his fine jewellery.
They could not see past the appearance of the 'sinner' and mistook him as just a lowly son of some carpenter.

He taught forgiveness,
he knew what it meant to love with your full heart. He defined humble.
And that's why he was weak in the sight of men.

For the world sees's humility as such a weakness when it is so much harder than pride.

He was judged by man & found guilty.
His clothes ripped off, the King's dignity was taken away. The eyes of the children were covered by the hands of their mothers as Jesus took the punishment that belonged to us.

Almost beaten to death, he was still made to carry his own grave, the cross. His ripped, bloodstained skin nailed to a piece of wood as if he were a worthless object.

Hours went by and his head started to bow in agony as he waited for death to come upon him. He tried to stay strong as he glanced over his brothers and sisters but he knew he had already fulfilled his purpose.

He held his head up for one last time & said to his father,

"It is

finished".