He was despised by righteous pretenders Abandoned by His own followers Betrayed with a kiss so cruel Bartered for a guilty criminal Rejected in His home town Thrust with a thorny crown Whipped till He could stand no more Derided by scoffers and callous spectators Nailed upon an inglorious, wooden cross It was a moment in time, when all hope seemed lost Yet still love and grace flowed from His lips A dying thief would find forgiveness In the midst of thunder and an endless dark cloud, a shaking earth and a fearful crowd, though some would gamble His garments away, one Roman soldier in astonishment would proclaim “ Truly, this man was the Son of God!” Hope began when He shed His blood He was the Spotless Lamb, the perfect sacrifice Through His death, He gave us eternal life And in rising again, ascending up to glory He gave us power, through the Spirit, to walk in victory!