Though my master was led

Like a lamb to be slaughtered,

He was spit upon, mocked,

And cursed; he did this for his

Love of you and me.

As he was nailed to the cross,

He was silent even as the

Cruel Roman nails tore his sweet, gentle, healing hands. The cross was pulled upward,

And with a whisper he could have called

Heavens angels to save him,

But we are what held him there.

When he said

"Father forgive them for they know not what they do,"

He asked for

Mercy for us,

Even though we turned from him.

As he bowed his head and said

"It is finished,"

A drop of blood mixed with a

Tear fell to the harsh, cruel ground.

Know he cried for you as he was in pain.

Surely this man was the son of God.