When Jesus Came to Birmingham <br /> <br />When Jesus came to Golgotha, they hanged Him on a tree, <br />They drove great nails through hands and feet, and made a Calvary; <br />They crowned Him with a crown of thorns, red were His wounds and deep, <br />For those were crude and cruel days, and human flesh was cheap. <br /> <br />When Jesus came to Birmingham, they simply passed Him by. <br />They would not hurt a hair of Him, they only let Him die; <br />For men had grown more tender, and they would not give Him pain, <br />They only just passed down the street, and left Him in the rain. <br /> <br />Still Jesus cried, 'Forgive them, for they know not what they do, ' <br />And still it rained the winter rain that drenched Him through and through; <br />The crowds went home and left the streets without a soul to see, <br />And Jesus crouched against a wall, and cried for Calvary. <br /> <br /> G. A. Studdert-Kennedy<br /><br />sean wright<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-jesus-came-to-birmingham/
