Condemned to death, how must that feel?
To be betrayed, to be blasphemed…
Jesus made to carry his cross
It's so very hard to comprehend
A crown of thorns adorns him
And his garments taken away
This prince of peace is bare
Take his life, the skies turn grey
Nails buried in his flesh,
Turning his body numb
Blood coating his skin
The weight he took was a tonne
ALL NOW IS CONSUMMATED
AND BOWING HIS HEAD
HE BREATHES HIS LAST
YOU ARE READING
Jesus Dies on the Cross
PoetryJust a poem I wrote for Religion class based on the Stations of the Cross- in particular when Jesus dies. It's very short so please take a read :)
