His Cross

On a summers day, I was feeling ok, when out, in the street, I heard a stomping of feet The sound of a hundred or more, and because its truth I seek, I ran up the road to take a peek, What could it be, what would bring, all these people out to the street Through the crowd, I could barely see a man, he was in pain, he was lost and on his back, a large wooden cross, a Cross I was at a loss, a man, a cross? I know heavy lumber, brings eternal slumber, and that memory is etched on my Mind, but through his pain, eternal life, I, did, find I asked, who is that, it's Jesus they said, and very soon he'll be dead What did he do, who did he assault, what, is this, all about? oh I had heard stories about the man, I never thought they were true, to heal the sick, raise the dead, I was in awe of all The things he could do But there He was, a day so blue, why would they kill someone so true? I had to find out, what this was about, tried To run, but instead a pout Through the crowd, I could barely see a man, he was in pain, he was lost and on his back, a large wooden cross, a cross looking through the crowd, I could barely see, a man, he was in pain, and he was lost and on his back, a large Wooden, cross, a cross Looking through the crowd, I could barely see, a man, he was in pain, and he was lost and on his back, a large Wooden, cross, a cross I made my way through the crowd, started yelling truly loud, what has this man done and why is he being held Nothing hurts more, than a whip across your pores as I fell to the ground This man has done no wrong, and this journey's too long, so I'll carry this too, it's the least I can do, With a mumble then a stumble he softly said, it can be carried by no other, but thank you for the offer I watched him struggle for a couple miles more, and being nailed to that cross was his reward I will never forget, what I saw, that summer morning in Galgotha I will never forget, what I saw, that summer morning in Galgotha