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
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
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?
