The crimson highway, Jesus walked in love
To Golgotha, where he cried to his Father above
‘Forgive, they know not what they do,
Thy will be done, I bring them back to you.’
How many trials of deep felt pain?
How many times of heart-string strain?
Before this day when Father’s look was barred
From beloved Son, wearing death’s perfume Nard.
Deep scourging stripes beaten into His back
Upon holy face their curses were spat
In silence Jesus was led away
Whilst some, wept bitterly that awful day.
Into the side of Holy Redeemer came piercing knife
But in this sure death, was the light of life
Calling souls to delightful richness of fare
With Robes of Righteousness for each to wear.
When my soul is distressed, weary and worn
When my heart is broken, ragged and torn
I will not forget all forgiveness of sin
I will give all my broken pieces to Him.
He is the Resurrection and the Life to me
I will not deny this truth like the Sadducee
But take His hand and kiss His feet
See those marks that the soldiers beat.
May I ever know His unfathomable peace
Feel the comfort of Holy Spirit release
And the Glory of God surround my being
Set free in Jesus – in Him I’m LIVING!