By: Sarah Fox
Ladies’ screams shrill,
At the sight of this gory scene.
Whips fly while the people cry,
They can’t stand to see the agony and the pain.
After the lashes,
The crowd clashes,
I don’t think He can take it anymore!
The pain, the sorrow,
It was all for us, to give us a better tomorrow.
No matter the cost,
He carried the cross.
My Savior was tortured.
He was beaten in that place,
He was tormented in that space.
Although He was spat upon,
And slapped in the face,
He still displayed love, mercy, and grace.
Thank you, Jesus!
Thank you for never leaving us.
You died to set my soul free.
You died and claimed the victory!
You died for a wretched sinner like me,
You paid the price at Calvary,
You suffered all because of your great love for me.
But He was wounded for our transgressions,
He was bruised for our iniquities;
The chastisement for our peace was upon Him,
And by His stripes we are healed.
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