Stood amidst
The maddening crowd
Drowned in cries of disarray
Something about this gentle capture
The long walk to Golgotha
Stood that day in that arena
As the Creator of the universe
Watched from above as
His only begotten Son
Was interrogated by the creature He created
Through the crimson rivets flowing
His eyes they pulsed with love
And through the swarming sea of fists
His gaze was cast above
The long walk to Golgotha
They kicked Him down
With every lunge
A vicious spite fueled taunt
They marched their prey atop the hill
To torture kill and flaunt
Blood thickened
On the sun of scourged sand
Trickling from His tight clenched fists
They mounted Him on the cross
As He was raised to all to see
The man so pure so true
And as He hung His deadening glare
Which faded in affection
Death had lost its mighty sting
As He waited resurrection
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