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This story is not for the timid.
It’s graphic and violent too.
It’s something you’ve heard of quite often.
The story’s not, totally, new.
I just want to give it some detail.
Perhaps, that you might understand.
Exactly how Jesus abolished your sins,
by the nails in his feet and each hand.
Before he was nailed to that cross there.
He was scourged with a flagrem, severely.
A flagrem’s a whip that they used in those days.
Let me help you to picture it clearly.
The way that I best understand it.
It was braided, some short and some long.
Sharp pieces of pottery and bones from a sheep,
were woven inside of each thong.
In public, his clothes were removed, then.
As his hands were, next, tied to a post.
Unable to move, he was beaten.
A violent soldier, his host.
The lead in the whip caused contusions.
The beating was truly extremist.
The pottery chunks and the bones of the sheep,
drew the blood he would shed to redeem us.
It tore thru the flesh like a razor.
The wounds gaping deeper each blow.
The whole time they taunted and mocked him,
like some freak in some carnival show.
They say that he barely survived it.
The beating that left him so broken.
They placed a mock robe on the Savior,
as their insults continued, be spoken.
They pressed on his head, very tightly,
a crown of sharp thorns, they had made.
Are you starting to get the whole picture.
What a price this man Jesus had paid.
Then they forced him to pick up and carry,
his cross to the place he’d soon die.
Hungry and hurting! Beat on and spit on!
He did this for you and for I!
When he got to the hill, where they’d hang him.
From his wounds, dried, the robe was then torn.
Can you even imagine the pain he was in,
from the beating! The crown made of thorn!
With all of this pain he was feeling.
I was told it, no way, could compare,
to the pain of his heart and it’s breaking.
Out of love for those, whom he did care.
Out of love for the soldier that whipped him.
The king that determined his fate.
The people that mocked him with insults!
That struck him and poured out their hate!
Out of love for those nailing his body,
to the tree where his life would soon end.
Out of love for a world, that would perish,
if it weren’t for the love of this friend.
They nailed him thru both of his feet and,
they drove a great spike in each hand.
Uprighted the cross in the heat of the sun,
to die as the Savior had planned.
The last words he said fore he left us.
Before his commission was thru.
Was “Father, I ask, please forgive them.”
“They, surely. know, not, what they do.”
So tell me now, Jesus don’t love you.
Before you deny him again.
The reason he did what he did in this story,
was to save you from all of your sin.
I think we must give all the credit,
where all of the credit is due.
To Jesus, our Lord and our Savior.
For suffering for me and for you!