The nails pierced the flesh,
Struck the wood
With a resounding thud,
As the crowd watched.
The Cross was raised
And He hung there,
His head bowed.
Looking at last up to heaven
He shouted to God,
“Father forgive them,
They know not what they have done”.
As these words rose from his lips
All the sins of the world were lifted
Into a darkness
That covered the world.
The head bowed once more,
Saying “It is finished”,
Jesus died for us.
“Surely this man
Was the son of God”?
Said the stranger,
Standing before the Cross.
The Cross that means so much
To you,
To me,
To the world.