Crucified

Skin punctured by a crown of thorns,
but the pain was for feeling all forlorn.
Blood dripping over his sweating brow,
God only knows what will happen now.

Nails hammered through his wrists and feet,
an agonising way for the Lord to greet.
A man given punishment for all men to see
today a man was crucified on Calvary.

With greater stress now coming to bear
he hung in pain and suffered there.
Uttering to his Father, Lord, why me?
And there he died for humanity.

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