When Jesus came to Golgotha, they hanged Him on a =
They drove great nails through =
hands and feet, and made a Calvary.
They crowned Him with a crown of =
thorns, red were His wounds and deep,
For those were crude and cruel =
days, and human flesh was cheap.
When Jesus came to Birmingham, =
they simply passed Him by.
They would not hurt a hair of =
Him, they only let Him die.
For men had grown more tender, =
and they would not give Him pain,
They only just passed down the =
street, and left Him in the rain.
Still Jesus cried, ‘Forgive them, =
for they know not what they do,’
And still it rained the winter =
rain that drenched Him through and through.
The crowds went home and left the =
streets without a soul to see,
And Jesus crouched against a =
wall, and cried for Calvary.
by G. A. =
[Was asked for a repeat of this poem Easter Week. Always =
pleased to do so.]
Dr Bob Griffin =
Knows Me, This I Love!"