Going to Golgotha

The twisted thorns were on his head; Pints of red blood were oozing out. You could hear him groan as the whips’ thongs coiled and lacerated his frail, suffering body Broken, He’d falter and fall and kneel and rise again as He dragged the wooden cross; laden with the people’s sins But they jeered on, …

Saviour’s Note

Your words, they bore through my heart Your deeds, they shred the remains Always, you do this. But I won’t let go of you That's why I came. No, I won’t give up. Not on you. It's why I went to Calvary. See Also Outstretched Arms Let Me Stay With You What Moves Me Fight …