This day those sins of common man
Shall cost the price that God demands,
A price of blood and sacrifice.
The price, his own son’s precious life.

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The trial was set by Roman arms
        that day in history
When the only son of our God
        would pay with misery.
Jesus stood alone before
the powers that would be
The implement of God’s own will
        to save both you and me.

Jesus spoke the truth to those
        whose heart would listen still
To the words of our dear Lord
        and of his fathers will.
Most people of the city heard
        the plea with deafened ears
Then Pilot sentenced Jesus Christ
        to a road of tears.

Jesus heard the people’s words
        and verdict of his doom
And hung his head in sorrow then
        for death would not be soon.
Then true to his father’s wish
         in honor and in pride
Jesus stood as brave to all
        with no one at his side.

His mother wept of bitter tears
        as only mothers may
That thirty three years were now
        to be her son’s last day.
That all the care and loving she
        had lavished on her child
Would end this day before a mob
        and travesty of trial.

They stripped the lord to his waste
        and scourged his naked back
And fit a crown of thorns to him
        and stated then as fact
That such a holy king as he
        should surly wear a crown
And drove the thorns their bloody way
        but Jesus made no sound.

Then to a cross this God and man
        was led upon that day,
It put across his shoulders bare
        but still he would not say
Or do the things he surly could
        in time to save himself
For he was on a mission sure
        of life and not of wealth.

With their armor and their whips
        the soldiers plodded on
And drove the lord further still
         on his path of harm.
Mercy shown but by a few,
Jesus staggered there
And Simon then for pieties sake
        took his weight to share.

Falling once and falling twice
         he struggled through the street
And bore the brunt of ridicule
        no other man would greet.
Back of bowed and scourged design
        he struggled on his way
To pay the price that God had asked
and only he could pay.

The sweat and blood mingled then
        in his sacrifice
That all of man and sins would be
        cleansed by this device.
Still he struggled ever onward
        toward the ends that be
To pay the final price for sins
        for those are never free.

Finally to the hill he knelt
        with his burden whole
So ever closer he might come
        to his chosen goal.
With arms spread wide he lay
        and faced the heavens sky
But never once did he ask
         his God the reason why.

Spikes of iron pierced flesh and bone
        in a stream of red
As on the cross of our Lord,
         Mary’s tears were shed
Then up the cross rose above
        the people who had been
Convectors of this holy man
        who was without a sin.

So on the hill called Calvary
        rose his rugged cross
And all mankind felt remorse
        for this tragic loss
And finally he cried aloud to
        “Forgive them father
For they know not what they do."
        for only God would bother.

Then on that day of fare sky
        thunder clouds arose
And darkness of a kind not seen
        in threatening repose
Came to pass upon the hill
        of a mortal blight
And Jesus then hung his head
        and died upon that night.

Our beloved lord and savior
        up to that day of scorn
Had lived his life and sown his faith
        since that Christmas morn.
He gave his life for all of us
        so that we might see,
Another chance for salvation
        meant for you and me.

As in all things of God’s own plan
That suits the time and fate of man,
God shown the feeling of his love
For we, to serve our Lord above.