It pleased Father God to send His Son
To be tortured and die in our stead
And our forefathers mocked, both Gentiles and Jews
While the Saviour suffered and bled
The Father’s heart broke as He gazed at the scene
But He had to allow it to be
And He silently watched Jesus suffer and die
In order to set mankind free
Fairest one of ten thousand disfigured so much
He was marred more than any man
An object of horror and many were stunned
But their frenzy could not be restrained
Despised and rejected, forsaken, by all
He suffered in silence, alone
The soldiers’ whips pounded and ripped his back
Till His flesh was stripped to the bone
Thorns were imbedded deep in His skull
From a crown that the soldiers had made
And beat into His head by a rod in full swing
While no-one came to His aid
After stripping Him naked, a kingly robe
Was hung on His blood soaked form
Then the garrison bowed and hailed Him as King
As they shamed Him and laughed in great scorn
When the robe was removed, all these soldiers took turns
To spit in His sinless face
This man who had never done anything wrong
Was wrongly dishonoured, disgraced
When they drove in the spikes, Jesus whispered: Forgive
While the Father watched from above
And He hung there and died knowing full well
All the souls who’d reject His love