The hands that cared for the sick and the blind were pierced on a cross The hip that bent down every time it saw a beggar was punctured with a spear The eyes that wept each time He saw someone in pain was bloodshot with pain and suffering on the cross The legs that raced to help someone when they were in agony, was now nailed on the cross and made immobile The voice that smoothened a fevered brow was now a voice crying out in desperation to His father from the cross The head that was always thinking about sinners like me was now bearing a crown of thorns The power that turned water into wine for all was now pleading for water, but was given a bitter gall The heart that gave love without discrimination stopped to beat to save you and me from eternal condemnation!