After being betrayed

Beaten and bruised

Bloodied and battered

He was forced to carry much more than his own weight

Up a mountain to meet his death

At the top he was spit on

Cursed and kicked

With a crown of thorns on his brow

He lifts his head to his father

Only to find

His father has turned his back to him

As he would of done to all

Paying our debt we have

Have had

And will ever have

Hung by his hands and feet

By bent and crooked steel nails

The unfinished wood holds him strong

One last cry

And a spear in the side

Wraped in shroudes

Death

A burial in a stone tomb

Dark and damp

Two suns pass

On the dawning of the third

Morners find the stone rolled

Tomb holding only the darkness

A light and voice speaks

Do not fear He has risen

You are saved