The scourge

In love he walked to to bring this world, more hope and less distress
Then condemned to die in pain while they ripped and tore his flesh
A scourge was a special talent, that was done with quite precision
lashes, (40 minus one), with spikes, designed to make incisions
pulling out his beard, which tore the flesh upon his face
for added pain and humiliation, and try to add to his disgrace
A a crown of thorns plunged upon his head, for all to see him bleed
300 pounds, the cross he dragged, until Cyrene would intercede
Nails/spikes, were 5-inch long, would first go through his hands
more spiked iron, went through his feet, to make sure he could not stand
the weight of all would dislocate, the shoulders and the arms
now making it more difficult to breath, inflicting much more harm
lifting up on nailed feet would increase his feet more pain
then slumping down ,no chest support, his breath, he could not gain
People spat upon and mocked him, as they gambled for his clothes
for hours and hours he would suffer, until he was almost comatose
Bleeding out profusely from nails  thorns and whips
people started to notice, the sun was now eclipsed
his lungs were almost out of air, but before it was all through
a final prayer,"Forgive them father, they know not what they do"
famous last words, toward the kingdom, he would soon inherit
now my father," into your hands, I commit to you my spirit".
in his final moments his flesh was just about about extinguished
he bowed his head, and said to all, the end,"it is now finished"
The Roman soldier realized, as his spear he thrust and prod
Surely this man that we just killed "was the son of God."
The ground soon shook, the temple cracked, Jesus spirit then descended
three days into hell he went, then out the tomb he had ascended
overcoming death he spoke to more than five hundred gathered
confess your sins, follow me and to heaven be delivered
Betrayed and then abandoned, accused, abused and condemned
tortured, mocked and crucified, so eternity with him we may spend