STATION 12

JESUS DIES ON THE CROSS


Dismay wraps it’s daggered pain inside my wounded chest.
The wounds of my Lord sting me so as I pray to Him be blessed.
Agony from His every breath I watch Him try to breathe,
My throat is dry, my mind aches, my anger boils, I seethe, I seethe.

Crucified for contempt of His many virtues, healings, trust.
‘Oh Please come down my dear sweet Savior! Oh come down please, You must.
Show these men, these guards, this crowd, that you are God’s only true Son.’
I hurt, I strain in thoughts so cruel to me, what could I have done?

To Jesus’ eyes I cast my pleas, on His face runs down a tear.
My sadness tears at His own heart, I must away my fear!
Beloved John He called me so, His friend, my God, my love.
I suffer with Him as He questions His Lord from high above.

I have heard my Jesus, prophesize His death would too soon come.
My fear, my faith, now all alone, must shake away my body numb.
I stand by Mother Mary, who I will care for every day.
She weeps, her eyes wounded holes of darkness.  Yet again I pray.

His last words before He died was a psalm for us He sent.
In moments left in His own life He sung out for what was meant.
The psalm reached out to all our ears and most held heads down low.
For Jesus’ faith in God was great even when people hurt Him so.

 He’s holding on while on a cross that only He can bear,
He’s losing sight, not focusing; He’s lost in His own prayer.
His eyes are wide to my surprise He speaks I turn to hear it.
His last words spoken: “Into your hands I commend my spirit.”

Amazed I cry, as He is gone, I weep from shameful disgrace.
I rush to cross and look up at Jesus for signs of life, in case.
But He is gone, and Mary sobs then turns away from Son.
She walks away now, this was not the way it should have been done.

No chance to leave my Lord, yet unsure now what was next for me.
What was I to do without my Lord nearby?  How would I be?
Marks on Jesus from guards gone, the hole of spear that lanced His side.
His face a stare, His body bruised, yet peace at last when He died.

I stood below the cross in fear that I could not continue
The love that Jesus spread so far, to all those He never knew.
With one final look to my dear Lord, I made my way to go.
He had taught me so many things yet love was the most to know.

I slowly went to leave my Lord, to take up my cross to bear,
This fear I carried may be hard but through it I could with prayer.
Inside my heart I knew was Jesus, holding me in His arms,
Still in His death He was my Savior keeping me from all harms.