The Thought of His Death

By Roy Arthurs


Have we thought about the pain that the Son of God went through?

Through the eyes of our Lord.


They whipped me like an iron raiser seeping through my skin,

For the sins of man


They abused me like the thunder rolling through my head.

For the sins of man


They crowed me with thorns,

Which was like ten needles all jabbed in at once.

For the sins of man, all for man.


Have we thought about the pain that the Son of God went through?

For the sins of man.


They gave me my cross to carry alone and crawl for the sin of man

They lay me on my cross, and thundered the nail in the palm of my hand.

I yelled in anticipation of the hammer's fall, which became like a cramping pain of a wolf's bite,

For the sins of man


They heaved me up there, and left me to die,

As I hung in pain, I cried for my Father's forgiveness for their ignorance,

For the sins of man


Have we thought about the pain that the Son of God went through?

For the sins of man


Felt the dryness of death inside me, asked for water, they gave me vinegar,

I winced and cried, it is finished!!!

For the sins of man, all for man


Have we thought about pain that the Son of God went through?

For the sins of man, all for man