He walked on down the road
With scars across His back.
All sins were on His shoulders,
A cross His heavy sack.
He shed no tears of sorrow
While walking down the street,
A mob of maddening people
And more He'd never meet.
Alas, He trod up the hill,
The place called Calvary;
He hung upon the cross He'd held
To die for you and me.
The day grew dark and dreary
And people moved away.
"Oh, Father, please forgive them."
I'm told that He did say.
His journey has not ended
For Jesus walks today,
Roaming in all hearts
That to His love give way.
by Rachelli
