The Suffering King... Poem by Denis Martindale

There at the Cross, I stood that day, with Mary at my side,
To hear the words Christ had to say, as He was crucified…
And on Christ's head, the briars lay, a crown formed as a ring…
Upon the One they chose to slay, our Saviour and our King…

There at the Cross, we chose to stay, that's where we stood our ground,
No matter what, yes, come what may, with scoffers all around…
While on Christ's head, the briars lay, a crown formed as a ring…
For Christ alone chose to obey, forgiveness there to bring…

There at the Cross, love to portray, "Forgive them, Father, please…"
We stood as hours passed away, tormented without peace…
As on Christ's head, the briars lay, a crown formed as a ring…
The emblem of the soldiers' prey, before death's final sting…

There at the Cross, we saw Christ pay - I wept with Mary, too…
Still puzzled at the Lord's delay… that God such things would do…
As on Christ's head, the briars lay, a crown formed as a ring…
Pressed deeply, so as not to stray, so viciously to cling…

There at the Cross, as skies turned grey, we saw the Saviour die…
As if He were but mortal clay… the Saviour hoisted high…
For on Christ's head, the briars lay, a crown formed as a ring…
The Lamb of God! God's Passion Play… when Easter comes each Spring…


Denis Martindale July 2019.


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