2nd in the series of- The Travail of the King
Golgotha it was
The home of skulls
This was where they led my King,
Like a lamb led to the slaughter
Death was certain even upon His brows
To be prosecuted in deaths Land
Like outcasts He was judged
With criminals He was hung
Nailed like one of them
To the crossed wood, nails pierced his hand and feet
Even as it pierced his heart and soul
It was a gloomy eastern noon
The sun brutal with its torment of scotching heat
As the executioners of death
Pounded heavily the hammers of devastation
Upon the nails of anguish, into his dreary skin
His hands were pierced and so was His heart
Oh the pain, oh the agony
Oh the trauma, oh the cry
Far beyond what words could ever describe
Such affliction, such torment
Such suffering, such death
Oh such perseverance
I have never seen
It was the persecution of the ages
The misery of the century
The laceration of all times
The anguish beyond a moment.
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