They placed the cross upon His back Yet, no one seemed to care The weight across His shoulders Seemed more than He could bear. The spikes were driven in His hands And pounded through His feet The ones who had convicted Him Were cheering in the street. The crown of thorns placed on His head Brought blood upon His brow The day of prophecy had come He had to face it now. The sins of man were laid to rest He bore a heavy loss The agony He must have felt As He hung there on the cross. The innocent blood of Jesus Christ Was shed for all to see The Son of God was crucified And died for you and me.
