The Crucifixion

 by Bridie McCann, 8GS

One by one the crowds marched on,

Knowing that killing the man was wrong.

Taking for granted all their needs,

And not willing to answer Jesus ‘pleads.

How solid their hearts must be not to feel,

The pain from which the blood he spills.

The joyfulness of his suffering was dilute,

His thoughts and feelings were turned to mute.

He was whipped with an object till he bled,

And nailed to a cross until he was dead.

I will tell you about that awful day,

When Jesus’ help was thrown away.

I know and so should you too,

Of the pain and suffering this man went through.

One frosty day, I don‘t know when,

One innocent man was condemned.

For helping others and sharing what he believed,

Making their hearts into a golden weave.

Can you agree with the way he was killed?

The secret of why is carefully sealed.

If you can think it was for you,

If you agree, it should be you too!

That day he was caught,

His disciples distraught.

He helped many of the ill,

And shared with them every meal.

He was led with a cross on his back to the place where he died,

They nailed his hands and feet to the cross and stood him up high.

They laughed and cheered as he cried with pain,

The cross giving him all sustain.

And that is where the poem ends,

With his thoughts in our hearts a good life we'll spend.