Passion

One among the billions wandering through the street

Liars, cheats, and scum were all that I would meet

Wailing, screaming, pleading, no help could we find there

For each and everyone had nothing but despair

Our sentence had been ordered, guilty everyone

No room was there for recourse; we knew what we had done

The words the judge declared rang throughout my head

“Found guilty on all counts, you’ll hang until your dead”

There was no hope for me, the die at last was cast

I hungered for the day when I would finally breathe my last

Standing on a hillside he looked on my disgrace

Tenderness and mercy could best describe his face

He looked on me with sadness; a tear fell from his eye

I heard his voice inside my head as he began to cry

“Father, these are mine, you promised them to me

I’ll pay for all their crimes, I’ll set the captives free”

Then riding on a donkey, the people gathered round

The crowd was all excited at this man that they had found

They shouted “Hoshiana” proclaiming him their king

Lifting up their voices they each began to sing

Enthusiasm waned and I do not know why

But these same people came and shouted “Crucify”

Arrested, beaten, taunted, they nailed him on a tree

Displayed just like a criminal on top of Calvary

A mighty quaking rumble caused most of them to run

A soldier spoke beside me, “This must be God’s own Son.”

I looked upon his cross as he gently said to me

“Your guilt is gone forever, my blood has set you free”

They buried him that evening, the stone rolled into place

But early Sunday morning I looked upon his face

Risen from the dead, victor of the grave

Jesus reigns forevermore; he holds the power to save