The Way to Golgotha

Slowly Jesus had gone
Through the halls of the court
Past the taunts of the mob
Past the tears of the few.

Soldiers torturing tired
Lashed Him a little less
Near the Place of the Skull
Near the Hill of the Dead.

Men with hate in their hearts
Pushed Him down on the Cross
Nailed His feet on the post
Nailed His hands through the palms.

Raising the Cross upright
Hard with a chug it fell
Into the middle hole
Into the hard still earth.

Jesus, Nazareth’s son,
Left alone on the Cross
Cried in horrible pain
Cried from agony’s depth;

Sacrificed to redeem
Whosoever believes
Christ is the Son of God
Christ is the King of Kings.