THE WAY OF MERCY

From the garden to the hill
a trail of blood His life did spill,
with shouts and stones He trudged along
bruised and battered by the throng.

Betrayed by one who shared His bread
others took to heel and fled,
that he knew Him, one denied
then in sorrow went to hide.

In mockery and scorn they crowned
the Son of God, the Love profound,
they spit and cursed and brutally tore
His garments sealed to every sore.

Oh my wounded, dying Jesus gaze
down from the Cross, upon the fray,
to those who unbeknown to them
have nailed You there with hurtful sin.

To the Son of God no mercy shown
the One who was for mercy known,
we repent in sorrow, ask to forgive
that we, with Him, forever live.

Margaret Rose Larrivee
Apr. 09, 1995