Accused before the Sanhedrin,
Do you run and hide.
Or let them nail you to the tree?
Spoken lies and untruths,
Penetrating nails to one’s hands and feet.
Scowling looks that pierce the heart.
Go to the judge they do not know,
The Giver of grace to let go.
Unjust or not.
Condemned without trial,
Absorb the despairing looks.
The sneering and jeering.
And let them nail you to the tree,
Rallying and mocking all around.
Cry out like Jesus.
Father forgive them,
For they know not what they do.
His cross will carry you.
