My heart breaks as I see my Lord carrying that
heavy cross
I can’t believe they have done this to Him I am at
a loss
How can they condemn this man who has done so much?
He has healed, delivered, and set so many people
free
How can they not see who this man is—how can all
this be?
I have no power to end this injustice done to the
Son of God
The screams and scorn the hate—the scars on Hs body
they trod
He has been whipped and cursed, spit upon his beard
ripped from His face
The same face that looked upon others and with
compassion offered grace
I follow as He makes His way through the long
journey to the hill
I feel helpless and distraught my heart is breaking
and still
What can I do to bring just a touch of relief to my
Lord?
I have nothing in my hand, no stone or sword
The blood, the sweat pouring down His precious head
His head, His back and body have all been beaten
and bled
How can they do this to Him, don’t they know who He
is
So many have been touched and healed and it has
come to this
He has fallen to the ground—tired I must offer my
veil
I cry and mourn for Him I have nothing but this
travail
I humbly offer all I can to give him just a moment
of rest
As I slowly walk toward him clinging my veil to my
chest
Oh My Lord, let me wipe your face of all this
disgrace
My veil so white now stained with blood clear
through the lace
What is this I see in my veil but an imprint of His
precious face?
The blood the scorn is wiped clean a least for now-
a beautiful reflection of His grace….
Heather Green ©2012
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