Jesus Carries the Cross

A burden heavier than metal,

A surface harder than rock,

He carried the Cross through town.

Ridiculed and stoned,

Bruised and bleeding,

Jesus dragged the wood behind him.

Weak and physically tired,

Yet spiritually free and healthy,

He fell to the ground.

Cross carried by another,

He stumbled through the street,

To that dreaded hill.

Driven into earth,

Bumpy and uncomfortable,

The Cross loomed before Him.

Sharp and cold,

Black and evil,

The nails were hammered into his palms and feet.

Suffering and bedraggled,

He knew this torment was not his end,

For Jesus was tortured for us.

He loved our lives beyond all love,

And He sacrificed his human form to save us from our sin.