He carried his cross
just beyond the city walls
to a place called Calvary
the place of skulls
It was to be his place to die
to give his life for his flock
and fulfill his promise
to forgive all mankind
A heavy cross
Simon helped him carry
looking into Jesus' eyes
tears blurred his vision
The King was wearing a crown of thorns
but through blurred vision a crown of jewels
though beaten by soldiers and bullied by onlookers
a soft and warm smile would not fade
Nails pounded through his wrists
ankles pinned up to take breath
arms broken and pulled out of socket
blood covered cross stands tall in the shadow
For six hours he held his post
willingly struggling with an ultimate death
from early morning to afternoon
he died while many looked on
At his death, one final gasp
he offered thanks be to God
for allowing him to be the sacrifice
and to be the way for all man to reach Him
With that final exhale
his head fell limp
with a great creak in his neck
and a storm immediately fell upon Calvary
An earthquake sudden and immediate
split the Temple in two
just as Jesus said he would do
as they brought him down from that cross
Broken body but all intact
not a single bone broken
large patches of skin missing
black eyes, bloodied hair
A crown of thorns