He looked very tired and frail
He was on a very long and punishing trail
He had been through a mock trial all night
Beaten without mercy was only a part of His plight
Down the Villa De La Rosa He journeyed
Bloody, and bruised and weary
He could hardly breathe as He looked around
His body was beaten to a pulp but His face had no frown
His skin was so bloody, it was barely visible
Hard to believe He was God invincible
On His face where His beard and sideburns had been
It was now only raw flesh and blood to be seen
He stumbled down the pathway to Golgotha's mountain
From there would be penned the song of a bloody fountain
Where sinners plunge beneath that flood lose all guilty stain
Someone was ordered to help, it was only humane
The Holy Spirit quickly inspired man to put pen to paper
To the natural man these words were like vapor
As man put words on paper convincing words were written
Those who believed within their spirits were truly smitten.
Must Jesus bear the cross alone and all the world go free,
There is a cross for everyone including you and me.
And when I survey the wondrous cross on which the prince of glory died
My richest gain I count but loss and pour contempt on all my pride.
The first chance He got to speak to His mother Mary
As she bent down to wipe His bloody face, earlier hairy
He spoke triumphantly while forcing a smile
"Look mother, I'm doing a new thing, it will happen in just a little while."
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