He vividly sees what he’ll have to endure
Horrendous tortures, then death for sure!
But ever mindful of his Father’s will
He welcomes pain though it would kill.
“All for Love!” he wearily sighs
As bloody sweat begins to blur his eyes
“That I may gain all that’s been lost,
By obeying my Father – no matter the cost!”
Him they strip and bind to a pillar,
To be brutally scourged with the rage of war.
A crown of thorns they dump on his head
And crimson rivulets ooze down his forehead.
A heavy cross they make him bear
On his wounded shoulders his spirit to tear.
The trek to Calvary they make him take
To hang on a tree—our salvation, at stake!
A tree of Life it turns out to be
This Cross on which God sets us free
From the sting of sin that snuffs out life
By giving himself as Bread of Life.
He suffers, dies, and rises again
That a fuller life we may all attain
His Mother he shares and his Spirit he sends to give us strength
For our journey through life’s arduous length.
And we, poor humans, the cause of God’s sufferings
So slow in responding to his crazy loving
Must make amends for such gross unfeeling
Embrace him now and requite his loving!
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