Sufferer
The sound of Roman soldiers in the night
Coming closer to His place of prayer
Jesus knelt and prayed to God with all His might
As His disciples, cluelessly, were sleeping there
Louder rang the bell of prophecy
That lonely night in dark
Jesus stood and saw the soldiers standing
Asking for the one who bore the name
“Jesus the Nazarene!” they were demanding
“King of the Jews who claims He reigns!”
The soldiers saw that this man was surely this
As Judas stepped forward with a shallow kiss
Before legalistic priest, Jesus stood silent
Through a trial that would end in unfair death
He was sent to be judged by Harod the Great and Pilate
And be beaten almost until his final breath
A crown of thorns pressed on his head
And royal robes of purple thread
But still the bloodthirsty Jews were yelling
Crucifixion was their utmost want
The prophets’ Old Testament foretelling
In Jesus heart began violently to haunt
Another cup much sweeter he wished to choose
But he would have to die King of the Jews
A heavy cross He had to bear
His poor back was ripped and torn
Blood dripped and intertwined within his hair
And he could feel the prick of every thorn
Pain shot through every single little vein
He longed to be with His Heavenly Father once again
They pulled and stretched his arms out tightly
Nails were driven through his palms
His pain grew worse not just slightly
As He recalled David’s twenty-second psalm
People exclaiming sheer gladness
But to His followers it was unbearable sadness
He hung there looking ever up
“Why hast My Father God forsaken Me?”
If only I could drink from one last cup
To quench my thirst and let Me be
The vinegar was lifted up, His thirst had been diminished
Then he humbly bowed his head for now, “It was finished.”
And so dear Jesus Christ gave up the ghost
Blood and water poured from His side
He joined His Father’s heavenly host
He marched to
Did Jesus hate those that crucified Him?
No, he asked His Father, “Please forgive them.”
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