STATION 11

JESUS IS NAILED TO THE CROSS


The crowd pressed in as soldiers placed Jesus on top of the cross.
Whispers, murmurs, then words as sounds startled people at a loss.
In silence flowing through the crowd one man laughed with shaky voice.
Most knew Jesus had been tortured, nothing could they do, no choice.

Was He a criminal?  Had He hurt all these here today?
Thoughts were formed as the hammer started, some began to pray.
The thudding sound helped hide some screams, some turned away to not see.
Some men still joked, laughed at the way Jesus lay in misery.

The soldiers took up the nails in hand and placed one on Jesus’ feet,
One held Jesus down while the hammer and nail began to meet.
With forceful power the nails went in, blood oozing out so much pain.
They spread his arms apart to drive the rest, their shirts now with stain.

Mary wept for her only Son, Beloved John by her side.
Simon watched, sweat on skin, chills on back, scared as he freely cried.
A small boy on the wall felt sick inside, why would this be done?
Veronica closed her eyes so tight from the pain on God’s Son.

Many left hill, walking toward temple, a most needed visit.
Some soldiers tried to hold their lunch, some others did not make it.
Jesus cried out to God to forgive these mortal men so strong.
They did not understand, they did not know they were doing wrong.

With nails in place soldiers lifted cross and struck it into ground.
Jesus was raised above all heads, the king of the Jews still crowned.
Almost complete, almost to God, Jesus took a deep breath.
The crowd now watched his end draw near, they saw Him go to His death.