The Crucifixion

They placed the cross upon his back
yet, no one seemed to care.
The weight across his shoulders
seemed more then he could bear.
The spikes were driven in his hands
and pounded through his feet.
The ones who had convicted him
were cheering in the street.
The crown of thorns placed on His head
brought blood upon his brow.
The day of prophecy had come,
He had to face it now.
The sins of man were laid to rest,
He bore a heavy loss.
The agony He must have felt
as he hung there on the cross.
The innocent blood of Jesus Christ
was shed for all to see.
The Son of God was crucified
and died for you and me.

© 2001
Marilyn Ferfuson

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