There was a weight he had to bear
A burden beyond compare
The predetermined path to death
With every ounce of desperate breath
The cross upon his shoulders lay
Knowing there’s no other way
To go the course complete the will
Of him whose wrath he could fulfill.
He’ll never walk that road again
No criminals walk of death sustain
No piercing pain of timber weight
Or jeering crowds of fearful hate
I am convinced and now confess
That on that road of loneliness
The cross upon his shoulder then
Was not the burden carried for men
The Father’s judgment, sins reward
No passing cup, no golden chord
My guilt my shame my sin my death
Jesus carried till his final breath.
A contemplative and insightful faith-centred work,
A finely composed, philosophical and faith-centered literary piece.
Deep spiritual poem that touches the soul.