We read these words in peace and quiet, Forget the crowds, the noise, the riot,                     That was round our Lord so long ago, When rulers had wickedly taken Him so.

The noise, the cries,  the prisoner’s grunts,  Shouts of  soldiers, then awful thumps,                Of the nails going into His human flesh,   As they lay on the scars and the bruises fresh.

The heat and dust that rose in the air, Scorning of those who were standing there,     Laughs and jeers  of the soldiers who, Were casting lots for His garments too.

The thieves were throwing the same in His face,   “Get us down and out of this place,            Then we’ll believe You are truly King,    And one day Your kingdom You’ll really bring”

One turned quickly and said to his mate, ‘We really deserve all that’s on our plate,             But this Man here has done nothing amiss, Lord remember me in spite of all this ”

The Saviour looked and in tones soft and light,   Said “Today you’ll be with Me, in Paradise bright”.   What joy filled the heart of this one so distressed,  The noise and the dirt were suddenly repressed;

No matter who now, sat watching them there, The rulers uncaring or friends. in despair, The soldier declaring “Truly this is God’s Son,  He certainly is the true righteous One

His Spirit given up, the night now was near,  The people all gone, the silence was clear.         Still there were those who were watching Him there,  When His body was put, in the tomb with all care;

The guards would wait, the next few nights out, No one could move while they were about; But in spite of it all, God’s purposes won, And Jesus became, the Resurrected One