WHILE ON HIS WAY

Some eyes, though, were red from mournful cry
For he was the man that healed their scourging souls
Some women poured their painful stream of tears
For the man that healed their worn-out hearts

From the mouth of mighty men
From the open holes of cemented teeth of swayed little ones
From the heightened wicked actions of men
Came words that tore apart that which was soon to mend it all.
This he did on his way to Golgotha

Legs banging and bashing upon dusty grounds
Shaking the earth for the crowd was large.
And upon the shouts of cursing men
Drenching spittle from sorrowful tongues
Still to give up was not a choice
While he moved in pain to Golgotha




Some eyes, though, were red from mournful cry
For he was the man that healed their scourging souls
Some women poured their painful stream of tears
For the man that healed their worn-out hearts
Was the same man who fell thrice on ground,
The same one with broken sides.
Such pain they could not hide,
While on his way to Golgotha

A woman came and wiped his face
And this image came upon the cloth:
A picture of the broken face
Of a man who was just
Showing love to those whose souls were lost
And to every man, he paid the cost
While in pains he took the cross
To nowhere else but to that place of death
For he embraced pain to Golgotha.

To save us all, he bore it all
He wept out blood, he took the fall
He took the curse, Lifted the cross
And took with him all heightened shame.
He knew to give us the perfect name
A life's lost was the stern cost
So in love shown through pain, he continued
To no other place but to Golgotha.