Go with Jesus, to Calvary

The Creator. of the world; all dressed in our earthly frame

Stood before a taunting crowd. and willingly took blame

For all the crimes committed and for all the ugly sin

He bore the spittal the shame and all the anguish deep within

We see this. beloved Savior; so digraced and full of pain

From the crown  of His Sweet Head to His feet, bloodied and stained

With blood, all pouring out;  from wounds too many to count

There wasn't a part of His Body, that didn't silently throb and shout

He was slammed upon the cross; while  forceful hammers fell

And broke open His hands and feet with unforgiving nails.

Uplifted and dropped again,  so  the cross could rightly stand

Jesus the Savior of all...had become a broken, beaten up, man

Ridiculed and mocked by so many; Jesus raised His trembling voice

And begged the Father to forgive  them for  creating such a noise

He didn't seek a vengeful firestorm or floods of wrath to cover  all

But rather a tender understainding of what made these mortals fall

The story of our Saviors suffering and death comes up once a year

But it is relived in every moment that we choose sinfulness over here

It isn't about  taking somes actual nails or whipping our Lord again 

But of mercilessly ripping off the bandage by letting the devil  live within