Part I

Scourged and suffering limps the Son of Man.

Hunted like prey.

Betrayed with a kiss.

Agonizing in the night.

Deserted and alone.

He is as a worm, the stench of those He came to save.

Slandered with false accusations.

Mocked and abused.

Derided by passersby.

Despised.

Sealing his lips, He laid His life down.

Questioned like a criminal.

Chosen to die while Barabbas walked free.

Struck and beaten.

Bloodied with grief.

We raised him up, nailed to a pole.

He cried.

We laughed.

He prayed.

We beat our chests.

“Father, forgive them, they know not what they do.”

He poured out his soul to death.

He makes intercession.

He bears our iniquities.

The iniquity of us all.