The hill on which they raised the cross -

That dark and lonely place

Is where we see the tragedy;

This sad and deep disgrace.

His closest friends abandon him;

Deserted by his own;

He thought God had forsaken him;

He suffers, dies alone.

The shame he bears is so unjust;

Our tears well up inside;

Confusion and dismay crowd in;

“Why is he crucified?”

While dying he still voices love;

We hear his words today;

Inspired, quickened in our hearts

We strive to love this way.

The conflict ending with his death

Is not his destiny;

For care, forgiveness, courage, love

Explode from Calvary.

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George Stuart