On the cross, His final words spoken
"It is finished" as He hung there broken
Physically beaten and bruised
And that not a result of being shrewd.
Please excuse this gruesome picture
But I have to go a little deeper,
As the flagrum also sunk I little deeper.

Ripping up the flesh of our LORD 
Tearing, bursting, bleeding as He fell to the floor.
Demanding again to mount to the post
The cat o' nine tails is no joke.
40 whips less one
That is actually more like three hundred and fifty one.
Steel barbed hooks attached to each end
Here I am  praying now for it to please end.

Mocking and teazing with a crown thorns
Pearcing His head with blood being drawn
A purple robe placed over His naked and torn flesh
So that when it is dry they can rip it off and re-open that flesh

Beams of wood He was made to carry
The estimated weight of the wood is just scary
300 pounds or 150kg's
That is pure insanity
Remember the 39 lashes
That gave so many gashes
The skin that is broken
The emotion that is broken
And most of all the heart that is broken.

Via dolorosa  Is half a mile long
You can't even begin to conceive the distance in that condition.
But still He completed His mission.

7 inch nails driven through His hands and feet
Even the thought of that makes me scream
Pearcing His side with a Roman spear
Can I see hand for any volunteers?

Having to lift yourself up for every breath
a stab in the side, flesh ripped off your back and crown of thorns that Pearced His head.
I'm sure I would be able to smell death.

Now just to put you in the picture
This story is only half of the picture
The other half is impossible to describe
And in a sense I'm glad that I don't have to try

The sin of the world put onto Him
Your sin, my sin...
There He was, a spotless Lamb
Then, for you, for me, He was being damned.
The ultimate sacrifice
Paid the highest price

The full wrath of God
Was given to Him
And payment was made in full for my sin.