stations of the cross

Jesus is condemned to deathTo be condemned to be sentenceTo be aware that death will comeTo be treated as one whom needs pentaneTo be false witnessed by some
jesus reacives the crossHe receives a cross which is his to bare He receives the pain that he enduredHe continues on his journey with prayerAnd then through the city he touredJesus falls the first timeHe fallsPeople watchHe callsPeople tauntJesus meets His MotherHe sees the pain in his mothers eyesHe wishes he could take awayHe feels the splash of her criesWhat a horrible price to pay  Simon of Cyrene carries the cross His new friend to help his wayTo help him hold this sorrowThis task less greyTo help him for his death in the morrowVeronica wipes Jesus' face with her veil A gentle woman eyes filled with tearsWipes his face of blood with her veilShe does this to show him not to fearTo maybe make his less frailJesus falls the second timeHe falls and people worry moreHe falls and people pity this stateHe falls some peoples desitions to help are torn“Will we suffer the same fate?”Jesus meets the daughters of JerusalemOn his journey he meets the daughtersAs in sad despair they weepHow they wish they can stop the slaughtersAnd they carry on to let the reap Jesus falls the third timeHe falls people don’t think he can make itAnd even punishers seem to careBut when he falls people think he can’t take itBut to die on the ground he doesn’t dareJesus is stripped of His garmentsTo show his worthlessness and his faitHe is stripped of his clothesAlmost dead at this rateAnd the humiliation only he knows
 Jesus is nailed to the cross A nail through his feet and handsA scream of terror in the crowdAnd on the cross he now standsBut he had the strength to speak out loudJesus dies on the crossAnd now he is lifeless on the crossAfter a terrible journey was doneAnd his mother cries for what she lossBut know everyone knows no one has won  Jesus' body is removed from the crossTaking him off the cross for their final deed to himAnd people sob over his deathThe whole town is now grimTo know he will not take another breathJesus is laid in the tomb and covered in incenseThey put him to rest so no one can disturb his placeThey cover him with incense to stop him from smelling the deadThey cover him with a sheet and never see his faceAnd then leave to the many tears that have shed


This is a sad story about a manWho died for our sinsOnly at gods commandAt where our lives beginThis is tale about a lifeWell lived well fought well toldAbout a life that suffered much strifeA tale that will never get oldThis is a passion that god has shownBut only god will see the whole reportWhen gods cover was blownWhich many people suffered tortSaid at my dinner table before we eatWe say the station of the crossWe hear the suffer and defeatBut only we all feel the loss