He raised his head,
Staring up through his long hair,
At those who wished him dead,
But for them, he did care.

They were but strangers, taunting, scornful
They beat him with their whips
With clubs they struck his battered skull,
Wicked words danced off their hard, cruel lips.

They tried him in their made up court
It was a farce with the judge denying all blame
The trial was short, but tall was it�s import
Upon all men, everyone�s the same.

Betrayed by a friend, denied by all.
He was persecuted and mocked
But the truth was; he loved �em all
His love was palpable as his cell was locked.

They killed him the very next day,
Few cried � most rejoiced,
But for their wrongs, he paid
His love was left unvoiced.

But even now, thousands of years since,
That love is still palpable
His soul they could not mince
Taking up his cross his body was unable
But for you he suffered, for you he died-
Only to rise 3 days later,
For us the haters.