Standing on Golgotha's street
I catch sight along a hillside
Of a skull whose gaze I meet.
Voices seem to echo
From the hallow of its lair
Cries of bitter accusation
Poisoning words hang everywhere.
Peace from Pax Romana
Is the empty promise made
Clanging armor is the vise-grip
That rebellion often paid.
Crowds begin to gather
As the shadow passes by
Seems the bloody figure walking
Is condemned to hang and die!
Via Delarosa!
Crosses often pass that way
Carried by some guilty sinner
Blood-stained prints are seen by day.
Terrifying anguish
As the spikes pierce hands and feet
Soldiers hoisting up the cross-bars
Hear the tear of bone and meat.
Then a Voice speaks clearly
With the Gift of saving Grace
"Father grant complete forgiveness
Through My blood to Adam's race."
I alone am standing
Tears keep falling from my eyes
Death and hell the load I carry
Jesus ransom is the prize!
"Take my sin, dear Savior
Nail it to that cursed Tree
Come and rule my heart Lord Jesus
By Your Spirit set me free!"
I am His forever
Heaven's Gates are open wide
All who call on Jesus' name
Through His death, are Justified!
--B.Pent
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