Whipped till I could barely stand,

Cold, sharp nails were driven into my feet and hands.

A crown of thorns, on my head, was placed.

Crimson blood trickled down my face,

Piercing straight through the skin and touching the bone.

On that cross I would cry out “Father, why have You left me alone?”

Yet at the people I came to save, I looked

Having compassion on them, one final breath I took.

As I shouted my final words "It is done!"

The battle for all of humanity was won!

But don't think this was my final end,

For on the third day, I would rise again.

Now I sit on the right hand of the Father,

My life was given as a ransom for others.

And even now I am preparing a place for you,

But My question is "Will you be in Heaven with me too?"