The Son of God, tattered and torn
Was dragged before the Emperor
Scarred and ridiculed, bombarded with stones
Yet He uttered not a whimper
No sin had He committed
No laws had He ever broken
The people denied Him, and chose a thief
His fate sealed; the crowd had spoken
With two thieves, He went to Calvary
Isaiah’s prophecy fulfilled
With dignity and serenity, our Saviour died
As His precious blood was spilled
The words of Jesus remain true today
In a world so wicked and lost
God, grant me the courage of our Saviour
On my journey to the cross
Kathleen McCoy Eldridge
© March 7, 2019
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