01.15. Excerpt4 - The Calvary Track

Excerpt4 - The Calvary Track

They turned it into a circus,
And the Actor writhed and fell.
They baptized Him with oaths and curses
As He tried to save them from hell.
They burned with the fires of their pagan lust,
He burned with a heart of love.
In the ragged road of a vassal king,
He staggered beneath His load -
Not the chafing wood upon His back,
But a greater, invisible load.
The angels wept at His bloody brow
And the spittle upon His cheek;
They knew He could turn those men to stone,
But He acted - Oh! so meek.
He fell in the dust - from which men came
And from which He would lift them high;
And He carried a billion, billion sins
As He staggered on to die.
He turned not back on that Calvary track
With its grief and humiliation,
He had planned way back in eternity
For us and for our salvation.
Alone in dark Gethsemane -
O Lord, how could it be? -
He had to cry in agony,
"Thy billows go over Me!"
He knew full well, it was black as hell.
If God’s will He consummated.
When for men like me, He went to that Tree -
For souls He had created!