Suffering
agony
He lifted not His voice
Trembling
terribly
It was the Father's choice
Despised
rejected
ridiculed around the lands
Criticized
buffeted
Pilate washed his hands
Whipping
scorns
walk to Calvary
Stripping
thorns
"...Thou hast forsaken me!"
Spear
finished
taken from the tree
Fear
diminished
He rose to set us free
Ok, enough poems for today... but I had it on my mind to post this one as well.
SDG
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