Man of Sorrows
Sep 21st, 2007 by Nathanael
Man of sorrows, spit upon,
Suffering Savior, greet the dawn,
Traversing Calvary’s lonely road,
The cross was not your only load,
The sin of the world pressing down,
The mocking crowd pressing round,
“Crucify Him!” reaches your ears,
The blood-thirsty mob cheers and jeers.
The self-righteous Pharisees
Boldly defy your deity.
Yet even dying on the cross,
Your heart was moved for the lost.
“Father, forgive,” we hear you say,
Praying for those who wouldn’t pray.
As divine blood was poured out,
“It is finished!” your dying shout.
Yet three days after your morbid death,
You drew your first resurrected breath.
Now you reign, O risen Lamb,
Son of God and the Son of Man.
Man of sorrows, my best friend,
You are my means. You are my end.