The Saviour stood a broken man... scourged by the Roman whips...
Aware that death was still God's plan... as even more blood drips...
So all Mankind would look to Christ... then see their Saviour there,
Aware that He was sacrificed... for all Man's sins to bear...
The Holy One, God's only Son... the Lamb of God, indeed,
No angels stopping what was done... for Jesus had to bleed...
Yet for Mankind, the Saviour prayed... 'Forgive, them, Father, please...'
To prove He cared and still obeyed... to bring lost souls His peace...
The Gospels don't explain each pain... that Jesus Christ endured,
The pain that drove most men insane... till finally, death cured...

Lord Jesus held on to His faith... awaiting Paradise...
Outstanding courage... Oh, so brave... for He must pay sin's price...
Then it was done... His head slumped down... and Mary wept for sure...
Did John pick up the fallen crown... the crown his friend once wore?
Could God raise Jesus from the dead? John was afraid to ask...
Could God restore the blood Christ shed? Was that too hard a task?
Disciples come, disciples go... John grieved then walked away...
Because, you see, he didn't know... the power of that day...
But Sunday came... and Good News, too... John's friend had conquered death...
How do I know that God loves you? JESUS OF NAZARETH!


Denis Martindale April 2018.