STATION 2

JESUS CARRIES HIS CROSS


A Student watched from the side as Jesus lifted cross to bear.
Peculiar man so beaten bad, thought the novice with a glare.
Little did he think of man who broke the Jewish customs learned,
He wished this would teach other ones that this is what they had earned.

He walked behind the one some called Messiah, the one whose life was due.
He analyzed the crowd’s features, as he began the trek too.
Many women wept, swollen faces, bitter hearts, inflamed scene.
Some men pressed against walls of stone not wanting to be seen.
 
Intrigued learner turned to study the back of man soon crucified.
Slashes, lashes, a bloody flow, such pain on His every side.
The afflicted man, resigned to death, still kept His walk along
With sheer will. The student frowned, something about Jesus seemed wrong.

Where were curses, the verses of help that He should surely voice?
The guards hit man to pass the time, beat him for fun, He had no choice.
The grade of hill rose up as the student came so very near,
Children played beside him as it seemed a festive time was here.

Similar image brought forth as Jesus carried His cross.
Isaac with wood on his back for sacrifice of his father’s loss.
Isaac’s father would give his son to God to keep as his own.
The scholar watched as Jesus seemed to have no God, walked alone.

Was he alone now?  Was God here now?  The student reviewed his doubt.
Through miracles, acts of healing this man’s death had come about.
But Jesus had ignored the ways that the Jews had always done.
His education now carried on his back, cross to bear, His one.

The scholar researched for the Pharisees, scribes, perhaps a priest.
Was anyone taking note, did anyone care in the least?
The student watched as the man bore the wood each step he took.
Another man pressed to serve, lifted beams, nervous with each look.

Isaac was never sacrificed but Jesus would surely die,
Why would this make a difference thought student, he wondered, why?
 The cross seemed so heavy as the two men carried it along,
The learner read their faces pain but still they seemed so strong.

The novice dismissed reason, soon it would be crucifixion.
He examined each line on face of Jesus with conviction.
The student knew from the Elders that Jesus must die for sin,
He trusted faith that came forth, an inspiration from within.

Perhaps this man was innocent of all wrongful acts and deed
But he would suffer consequences from what the crowd did need.
The crowd closed in as the cross was now laid down upon the ground.
The Messiah, in pain, spread over cross, still had made no sound.

The student wiped a careful tear then he turned his back on love.
He went to books to understand more of God on high above.
At home inside he whispered prayers from scripture as time drew near.
Indignant was he to the mob for in error was their cheer!