by Elie Hutcheson

Created on: April 11, 2009   Last Updated: September 03, 2010

Flashes of the future come:

Scourging whips and lashing tongues.

Betrayal from a cherished friend,

where will all the heartache end?

They come to take Him late at night,

He goes along without a fight.

Deserted now by all who care,

He stands within the lion's lair.

Painful spikes surround His head,

He wishes now that He were dead.

His hands and feet are driven through

He's on display for all to view.

His heart is heavy as the rain

His body aches, it's racked with pain.

The love he feels for mankind

is greater than this ropes that bind.

He calls out "Father!  Father why?"

The few who love him start to cry.

Seeing this He bows His head

Knowing that He'll soon be dead.

"If there's any other way,"

He trembles as He starts to pray.

"Father show it now to me

Light my eyes so I can see."

But the future's immanent,

because evil won't repent.

Though His many trials are great,

He'll take our sins upon that plate...

They buried Him within the cave

and set a guard outside the grave

Then when mourners came to weep

they found he'd woken from his sleep.

Cause death, for him, began it all

and now his servants heed the call.

All this happened long ago,

but he's alive as you well know.

He sits in heaven on a throne;

no longer feeling all alone.

His father is beside him now.

And all the angels, to him, bow.

Though his tormentors died back then

do not forget he bore your sin.

As thorny whips tore through his skin

your redemption did begin.

And when his final breath was spent

a silent call went out... Repent.

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