His Ordeal Poem by Robert J. Johnson

THROUGH LACK OF FAITH, HIS FATE WAS SEALED..

THEY YELLED 'CRUCIFY HIM, HE SHOULD BE KILLED'

WITH WHIPS THEY FORGED FROM LEATHER AND STEEL

THEY BROKE HIS FLESH, BUT NEVER HIS WILL

THE CROSS THAT HE CARRIED BORE THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD,

THROUGH THE CURSES, THE SPITTING, AND THE STONES THAT THEY HURLED

THEY MOCKED HIM, DEMEANED HIM, AND CALLED HIM A FRAUD.

'YOU ARE ONLY A MAN, YOU'RE THE SON OF NO GOD! '

THEY PLACED A CROWN MADE OF THORNS ON HIS HEAD

HIS LEGS THEY DID CROSS, HIS ARMS THEY DID SPREAD

THROUGH HIS HANDS AND HIS FEET THEY NAILED HIM TO WOOD

AND THROUGH ALL HIS ORDEAL, HE STILL SAW THEM AS GOOD

UP ON CALVARY HE WAS RAISED HIS CROSS STANDING HIGH

WITH A TEAR IN HIS EYE HE JUST LOOKED IN THE SKY

THE LAST WORDS HE WOULD UTTER HE TOOK A BREATH AND HE CRIED

'FORGIVE THEM LORD' THEN HE HUNG HIS HEAD AND HE DIED



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