He hangs where shouts are horrific
His face bloodied bruised
And so strange
Observers up close contemptuous
But few comrades stand close range.
And not a complaint is uttered
And not a harsh look observed
Soldiers wield nails and hammers
The ones He wanted to serve
And nobody found a blemish
And nobody found a break
All testing approved this scapegoat
Raised up for redemption sake.
So now all the souls cry “worthy”
Those bowed at His Cross in faith
And follow the King exalted
In spite of a world’s disgrace.
(painting by Herbert Schmalz: The Return from Calvary)