He walked along the garden path <br />Cloaked in silent beauty <br />And His soul screamed out in agony <br />As He struggled with His duty. <br /> <br />Too soon would time arrest Him <br />And assault His mortal bones <br />Stripping Him of dignity <br />To leave Him so alone. <br /> <br />He stood before the judges <br />Who questioned what He taught <br />Jeered by crowds of skeptics <br />For the miracles He wrought. <br /> <br />Soldiers cruelly flogged Him <br />With both words and leaded lash <br />Till His wounds were sorely bloodied <br />And His Spirit nearly dashed. <br /> <br />With razored thorns they crowned Him <br />Pressed roughly to His head <br />To mock his royal status <br />Yet not a word He said. <br /> <br />Upon His back they laid a cross <br />That no mere man could bear <br />Weighted by a world of sin <br />No more could one man care! <br /> <br />Every step toward Calvary <br />Was afflicted with such pain. <br />Though each was taken willingly <br />To mankind’s greatest gain. <br /> <br />Along the way was little solace <br />His mother’s tears, most anguished <br />A woman’s veil, the Cyrene’s hands <br />His pangs could not extinguish. <br /> <br />At last He reached the journey’s end <br />But relief was not to be <br />His hands and feet they did impale <br />To hang Him from that tree. <br /> <br />His death laid shadow ‘cross the sky <br />The ground beneath was shaken <br />At last they knew God’s only Son <br />Was the one whose life was taken. <br /> <br />They thought that death had conquered Him <br />That His flesh would turn to dust <br />And His memory would fade away <br />While His flock would lose their trust. <br /> <br />But the Son fulfilled God’s promise <br />His temple twice erected <br />Against all human logic <br />His life was resurrected. <br /> <br />On that Blessed Sunday <br />Men born in any age <br />Could now accept salvation <br />And be freed from sin’s outrage. <br /> <br />For all, and for eternity <br />He duly paid the cost <br />Which guilt and sin does yet incur <br />So no soul need be lost!<br /><br />Deborah Downes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stations-2/
