O Sacred Head Now Wounded

He was conflicted pondering between conviction

And public opinion within his dominion

Emperor Tiberius handpicked him to govern Judea

Pontius Pilate was stressed as he addressed a potential riot

Injustice brewed though he would not taste it

Until he was faced with the case to break him

The one standing accused was the one that made him

Would he stand brave while the masses hate him?

Or would he save his life by doing so waste it?

Send the True Life to the grave and disgrace him

He was facing the angry crowd misbehavin’

His only option therefore was to cave in

So he flogged him, mocked him, “Hail, King of the Jews!”

Christ’s title abused while his sacred head was bruised

His skin was fused with thorns worn as a crown

Hear the Jews saying “Crucify him! Pass it down!”

Pilate stood and frowned after examination

No fault could be found only discrimination

God’s chosen nation spittin’ accusations

Just imagine the Creator submitting to the creation

“You’re not Caesar’s friend if this man you defend!”

The Jews used those words against Pilate to threaten

He would fold like a flock and hand over the Lamb

And yet the one that would forgive ‘em would be the one that they mock

O Sacred head now wounded weighed down

 Scornfully surrounded with a thorny crown     

You took my place it’s so amazing
I’m not fading cuz your grace sustains me

 You saved me because I was lost but now I’m found

So they took him bearing his cross to the place of the skull

To Golgotha crucified and bearing the sins of us all

Sharing the site between criminals, hearing the jeers and the scoffs

The fear of the Lord was lost as result of the original fall

Pilate put an inscription on the cross as a taunt to the Boss

“Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews” as if he were a fraud

The heart of God broke while the people applaud

Yet the most heinous act of depravity would be the one that would save the lost

The gravity of sin carried a high cost

And the only one that could pay it was the one disgraced on a cross

The one’s whose garments were divided and tossed

And cast lots for the his tunic were the soldiers of Rome

Three Mary’s, One John, Three Crosses, One God

One request from Jesus to John for his mom

To take her in has his own

John complied and took her to his home, O…

Sacred head was wounded the hour unwinding

The shackles of sinful men were unbinding

Reminding man of the unending kindness

Of our God, the Light of the World unblinding

And though finding us in rebellion fighting

With futility against the God Almighty

He offered life but they wouldn’t hear it

“it is finished” he bowed his head and gave up his spirit

A tear jumps off my cheek, I can’t speak

I’m choked up by how Jesus, my High Priest was treated

A further look as I read it in other accounts of his death

Always leave me out of breath was he defeated?

When his flesh was ripped and from his neck blood dripped

And his head was gripped with thorns that pricked him

And from his blindside hit, they told him to predict

Who would hit him, he would not submit so they spit on him

They treated my God like criminal – He loved them but they

Hated him so when he was down they kicked him

The abuse was not minimal nor was it the greatest

Pain unlike any man could ever suffer still awaited him

Though before that they degraded him, they baited him to say to them

That he was royalty but the questions he evaded them

He was placed on a tree like a lower case “t”

Arms stretched to the point of hyper-extending

His impending sacrifice was preceded by this

Two long nails driven right through each wrist

And one through both feet to complete this horrific scene

While the guilt of world he bore,

Every sin you and I committed killed our Lord

Only his blood through death could make our dark hearts clean

Do you appreciate his sacrifice by sacrificing your life?

Or are you hanging on to this life too tight?