I look up upon the cross where Jesus died
It makes me really scared and nervous inside
The wounds that he suffered were deep into his skin
He suffered and died so our sins are forgiven
The blood that was shed and drained his life
Took away all our turmoil and strife
Carrying the cross through the holy land
Unable to hold or take his mother’s hand
Jesus heart and soul were shattered beyond repair
All people did was stop, look and stare
They were afraid to believe that he was the one
Afraid to believe that he was God’s Holy Son
He loves us so much that he died on the cross
And he showed them that he was truly the boss
The chosen one that suffered til he died
He suffered while Mary watched him and cried
Jesus is the magnificent Savior
And we have no rights to ask for a favor
Without Jesus, his holy grace
The world would had to be destroyed and erase
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem