One...two...three...four...
Blood streaming down my back
In pain, in agony
My eyes don’t want to see

Vessels tearing
Muscles showing
Skin peeling from Me
Must I go on?

Spit coming down my face
The blood blurs My vision
As the crown of thorns
Is pushed on My head

All of my clothes taken from Me
Naked, beaten, humiliated,
Carrying the jagged, wooden cross
Hearing the crowd mock, curse, laugh
Step after step...must I go on?

My arms stretched, My feet crossed
One nail, then another, then another
The hammer pounds them thru My flesh
I am lifted up into the air
Must I go on?

Three hours of darkness
I hung there
Feeling the weight of My body
Against the nails

I cry with a loud voice
My spirit lifts up from Me
Why did I go on?
I love you.

~ Jesus