by Nephi J. Boyd
The blood Christ promised to shed for you and me
Fell first when left alone to pray in dark Gethsemane.
Great drops of sweat and blood and tears there stained that garden sod
As Jesus, Savior of the world, kneeled down to pray to God.
“O father, if it be thy will this bitter cup to drink
Not my will be done but thine, I mean not to complain.
For he who would his own life save, to him it shall it shall not be,
But he who gives his life to God, shall live eternally.”
And while our Lord was praying his enemies drew near
With ropes to bind those hand that healed, undammed by sword and spear.
His friends he left to stand on guard, were peacefully sleeping on,
His most beloved apostles, Peter, James, and John.
They took him unto Pilot and with hateful voices cried:
"This man declares he is a king; let him be crucified.”
But Pilot, though an enemy, whose soul was stained with sin, declared,
“This man is innocent I find no fault in him.”
Then he sent him off to Herrod, the ruler of the land
Who’d slayed john the Baptist; his blood was on his hands
SO the conceited smitten Herrod would have not more to do
With the prophet of the living god, he stained his hands anew
He clothed him in a robe of white the garment of a king,
Then sent him back to Pilot, a very clever thing.
But the wife of Pontius Pilot had sent her slave to say,
“Do nothing to this just man, for I dreamed a dream today.”
But the Sadducees and Pharisees, the scribes and rabbis’ cried,
“We want him killed! We want him killed! Let him be crucified!”
Then Pilot, the weakling that he was, conceived another plan
Had him whipped and scourged and stripped and said, “Behold a man.”
His blood ran freely again, the blood he freely gave.
A sacrifice cosigned by God, a wicked world to save.
Roman soldiers standing by conceived a plan and said,
“We’ll make a crown of thorns for him and place it on his head.”
His scepter was an old dry reed they pushed him to a seat,
Then spat on him and mocked him, and kneeled down at his feet.
One mocking soldier snatched the read from out of Jesus’ hand
And struck his crown, such a might blow it left a bloody band.
Then Pilot had some water brought from within
And said, “I wash my hands of this vile in human sin.”
Then the people answered with anger borne anew,
“His blood be on us and on our children too.”
And then it is recorded, Pilot feared the angry clan
And said, “I give you the life of this just man.”
He had a scribe write on a sign the words he now would use,
“Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews.”
Then Jesus, weak from torture, his shoulders cut and sore,
Was forced to carry his own cross while all our sins he bore.
And when he fell exhausted, the jeering crowds drew near
To laugh at him and mock him and his all his suffering cheer.
And when they reached the summit of that rounded sandstone hill,
The birds were signing sweetly and the air was clear and still.
And Jesus thought how lovely and glorious it would be
To live with loving friends again, those days for Galilee.
But the solider took no thought of this; they had a job to do
So they hoisted him up on the cross and drove the long nails through.
They put nails through his hands and feet and then to make more sure,
They drove a cruel nail through his wrist to finish up the chore.
His blood again began to flow; some drops were shed for you
His suffered, bled, and died for all that we might live anew.
So when we drink the water and eat the broken bread,
Give thanks to Jesus Christ our lord for he is at the head.
Let us remember and be sure our heard and hands are as clean as they can be.Let’s bow our heads and whisper, “We do remember thee."
*sorry for the typos. credit goes to author