The jeering of the crowd was mixed;

Egged on by voices that wanted him dead.

Carrying a cross after a beating,

Mocked with a crown of thornes.

Barely able to carry the cross,

As his strength wained from loss of blood.

Simon was summened to help him

Lest Christ die on the way to Golgata.

They laid him on the cross

A spread his arms apart.

They hammered nails in hands and feet,

Then raised him on the cross.

The good thief beside him,

Said, remember me in your kingdom.

Christ said this day you shall be in paradise

And uttered the words, I thirst.

Before his last breath was upon him,

He told John to look after Mary.

And then he spoke his last words,

It is finished, and he was dead.