"Suffer It To Be"
A cowardly gathering occurred, in the judgment hall that day.
A King for a convict traded, thirty pieces of silver paid.
A trial with no foundation, a conviction without a cause.
Stood Jesus before Pilot, as they broke the Jewish law.
In silence there He waited, no guile escaped His lips.
The vicious crowd it shouted, "Administer the whip!"
The painful stripes and lashes, that cracked across His back.
The body ripped and torn, blood flowed from the attack.
The Lamb of God, He suffered, the flogging and the scourge.
No murmur of resentment spoke, nor hatred ever heard.
The Son of Man returned once more, the governor presented him.
With words of truth implored the group, "In Him I find no sin!"
The violent mob with jeers and chants; angry, dissatisfied.
Pilot washed his hands and said, "To Him then crucify."
The pain of iron spikes, through his wrists and then his feet,
The Savior raised upon a cross, the Atonement near complete.
"Father forgive them! . . . For they know not what they do."
And in the final breaths he took, He pleaded for me and you!
The heavens rumbled, the earth was tossed, blackness filled the sky.
The darkest day in history felt, yet the world would wonder why.
And when it thought, that all was lost. The end had really come.
The Light appeared, and cleared the fear. The Prince of Peace had won!