THE NAZARENE

   AT CREATION’S BEGINNING THE HILL WAS IN SIGHT     
  And the world would change over night.  
  OUTSIDE JERUSALEM’S CITY WALLS,  
   GOLGOTHA’S DUSTY HILL HE WALKED,  
  BEATEN, BLOODY, SANDAL SHOD,  
  WEAKENED SEVERELY, GETHSEMANE WEARY.  
     
  FACE TO GROUND, SHOULDERS BENT,  
  THE BREATH OF LIFE, THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD,  
  CARRIED HIS CROSS UP GOLGOTHA’S HILL.  
  
  FROM GALILEE HE TRAVERSED,  
  FROM BETHANY HE CAME,  
  THE MAN FROM THE TOWN OF NAZARETH,  
  KNOWN AS THE NAZARENE.  
  DIVINITY CLAIMED, BLASPHEMY BLAMED,  
  MOCKINGLY CROWNED A KING.  
  SHAME BEYOND ASTOUNDING-  
  YET HE SPOKE NOT A MUMBLING WORD.  
  HE STUMBLED TWICE, HE STUMBLED THRICE,  
  FROM HUNGER, THIRST AND PAIN.  
  THE ROCKS GAVE VOICE TO MUTE,  
  THE DUST ROSE HIGH IN REBELLION,  
  THE SILENT WORLD WAS LOUD WITH HUSH,  
  AND SO WAS THE HOST OF HEAVEN.  
  
  SCATTERED ONES HAD WALKED AWAY,  
  THOSE BELOVED AND CHERISHED,  
  WITH HEARTS AS HEAVY AS THE CROSS,  
  THAT HE WAS FORCED TO CARRY...  
   WOUNDED FOR TRANSGRESSIONS,      

HIS BACK BORE MANY STRIPES  
  AND THE BLAZING SUN BURNED MERCILESS DOWN  
  AH, THE PAIN WAS AGONIZING.  
  NEAR THE OLD DAMASCUS GATE  
  FROM LIBYA’S CITY CYRENE,  
   SIMON’S BACK OF JEWELED BLACK,      

BORE THAT RUGGED TREE.  
  THE ROMAN CROSS OF EXECUTION,  
  THE SYMBOL OF SHAME AND DISGRACE,  
  FROM PONTIUS PILATE TO NERO,  
  MARTYRDOM REMAINED.  
  
  THERE STOOD A LITTLE GROUP    
  ON YONDER HILLSIDE, FULL OF VIEW,  
  A MOTHER’S HEART BROKEN NOW,  
  WITH SORROW BEYOND MEASURE.  
  AND THE SINFUL ONE WHO LOVED HIM SO,  
  NOW CLEANSED FROM DEMON POWER.  
  
  UP AND ON THE HILL HE CLIMBED  
  THE THRONG OF INSULTS FOLLOWED,  
  THE JOY OF LIFE HAD DISAPPEARED,  
  ALL OF NATURE MOURNED WITH TEARS,  
  A HUSH SO LOUD ON LAND AND SEA  
  ONE COULD HEAR THE WEEPING TREES,  
  THE ANGELS CRY. THE LILIES SIGH,  
  THE SPARROW NO NOTE SINGS  
  
  FROM GALILEE HE TRAVERSED,  
  FROM BETHANY HE CAME,  
  THE MAN FROM THE TOWN OF NAZARETH,  
  KNOWN AS THE NAZARENE.  
     UP AND ON AS A MISSION  
  DESTINY WILL HAVE ITS SAY,  
  THE PROPHETS SPOKE SO LONG AGO  
  FORETOLD THIS GLORIOUS DAY.  
  THE KING OF KINGS,    
  THE LORD OF LORDS  
  WOULD HANG BETWEEN THE TARES,  
  AND ONLY ONE WOULD RECOGNIZE  
  THAT GOD HIMSELF WAS THERE.  
  
  THE SHEPHERD BROUGHT THE LOST SHEEP  
  INTO THE HEAVENLY FOLD,  
  THE CURTAIN SPLIT AND TOO THE EARTH,  
  NO MORE TO BE THE SAME.
  RECONCILED,
  PRAISE YAHWEH!  
  DEATH WILL NO MORE REIGN.  
  THE VICTOR ROSE AGAIN TO LIFE  
  ON RESURRECTION DAY.  
  
  FROM GALILEE HE TRAVERSED,  
  FROM BETHANY HE CAME,  
  THE NAZARENE FROM NAZARETH,  
  ON CALVARY’S CROSS DID HANG.  
  AND EVER MORE, ETERNALLY,  
  HUMANITY WAS SAVED,  
  TO CHOOSE BY FAITH THE BLESSED HOPE  
  A HOME BEYOND THE GRAVE.  
  
  Lj cross-hart  2013