The Via Dolorosa
The way of suffering; The Via Dolorosa
On which His feet did tread
And marked the place these wayward sinners
Would choose to have Him dead
Could we bear to have it trampled and overrun,
Abandoned holy ground?
But through the rocky pilgrim road
Is life eternal found.
Hear their jeer, their mockery
The contentious screams of distaste
They would rather live with Barabbas
Than let the punishment go to waste
My Lord, You would say nothing at all
When they picked Your fate to die
You refused hasty retaliation
Even while they shouted, “crucify!”
Uncivil and brusque, they beat Him
Stripped from His garments; with no more pride
A thorny headpiece that’s fit for a king
But He had nothing to hide
They flogged him, beat him, struck him down,
Even to spitting they would resort
“Hail, king of the Jews,”
they said
Yet He presented no retort
Did You count the steps on that road?
On that rocky trail uphill
While their taunts and words came like arrows
What was it that kept you still?
They who threw their insults at you
With faces soaked in hate
As compared to the cross on your back
Which held the greater weight?
For the hurt lay not in the cross itself
But rather the journey there
The reaching yet never arriving
Never knowing when or where
He soon approached Golgotha
Which they called the “Skull Place”
Jesus was still but fully man
The look of death on his face
So they had You strewn over the cross
And before placing it high above
Drove nine inches of rusty iron
Through the hands and feet of Love
You cried out, “It was not my choice”
“For this course to undertake”
“The spirit is willing, but my body is weak”
“But God, why did you forsake?”
Wherefore His grace and mercy flowed?
Could I ever comprehend?
From such as the heavens above,
His son Jesus, to us He did send
An unparalleled being, the holy of holies
An extraordinary entity
The lord of the universe here on earth
Nailed now to a tree
Had You not held back, had You not stayed
These insolent beings you could smite
But your spirit adamant, with mind resolved,
And your heart was so contrite
You spoke, “Forgive them father
They know not what they do”
All but one soldier failed to realize,
Surely the Son of God was You
The way of suffering; The Via Dolorosa
On which His feet did tread
And marked the place these wayward sinners
Would choose to have Him dead
Could we bear to have it trampled and overrun,
Abandoned holy ground?
But through Jesus Christ, Son of the Living God
Is life eternal found.
The way of suffering; The Via Dolorosa
On which His feet did tread
And marked the place these wayward sinners
Would choose to have Him dead
Could we bear to have it trampled and overrun,
Abandoned holy ground?
But through the rocky pilgrim road
Is life eternal found.
Hear their jeer, their mockery
The contentious screams of distaste
They would rather live with Barabbas
Than let the punishment go to waste
My Lord, You would say nothing at all
When they picked Your fate to die
You refused hasty retaliation
Even while they shouted, “crucify!”
Uncivil and brusque, they beat Him
Stripped from His garments; with no more pride
A thorny headpiece that’s fit for a king
But He had nothing to hide
They flogged him, beat him, struck him down,
Even to spitting they would resort
“Hail, king of the Jews,”
they said
Yet He presented no retort
Did You count the steps on that road?
On that rocky trail uphill
While their taunts and words came like arrows
What was it that kept you still?
They who threw their insults at you
With faces soaked in hate
As compared to the cross on your back
Which held the greater weight?
For the hurt lay not in the cross itself
But rather the journey there
The reaching yet never arriving
Never knowing when or where
He soon approached Golgotha
Which they called the “Skull Place”
Jesus was still but fully man
The look of death on his face
So they had You strewn over the cross
And before placing it high above
Drove nine inches of rusty iron
Through the hands and feet of Love
You cried out, “It was not my choice”
“For this course to undertake”
“The spirit is willing, but my body is weak”
“But God, why did you forsake?”
Wherefore His grace and mercy flowed?
Could I ever comprehend?
From such as the heavens above,
His son Jesus, to us He did send
An unparalleled being, the holy of holies
An extraordinary entity
The lord of the universe here on earth
Nailed now to a tree
Had You not held back, had You not stayed
These insolent beings you could smite
But your spirit adamant, with mind resolved,
And your heart was so contrite
You spoke, “Forgive them father
They know not what they do”
All but one soldier failed to realize,
Surely the Son of God was You
The way of suffering; The Via Dolorosa
On which His feet did tread
And marked the place these wayward sinners
Would choose to have Him dead
Could we bear to have it trampled and overrun,
Abandoned holy ground?
But through Jesus Christ, Son of the Living God
Is life eternal found.
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