I carry the Cross...

Thrice the cock crowed
Eyes filtering through the crowd in search if him, who had just betrayed his own
Heart spasms in heartache cause he was not a Judas. No.
My heart wrenches cause he now knows and probably rebukes his own soul.
But it had to happen for it was predestined, Father may he be consoled

Again Father I ask if this cup could be removed from me
If not let thy will be
Forsake me not as I give testimony before kings
Bind my tongue lest the flesh should speaks for me

Cause Father its your name I call on

Having prayed some more
And given it some thought
I ask not that you take away my cross
But instead give me the strength to hoist it upon the breadth of my shoulders for the cause
With the diligence to carry it forward

Retreating back from hindsight
As the present transforms itself, presenting itself to my eyes
Greeting me as a current reality, raw without disguise
Pondering again, trying to reach back to the broken thought train in my mind

Father, I accept this honor bestowed upon my head
Though it scrapes my skull and pearces my temples


But yes, I thank you Father for my crown of thorns
Cause it surrounds my head like a wall
Like a fort. Protecting me from the world which tries to infiltrate my thoughts.
Cause the Pharasies and Gentiles of this world taunt and ridicule as your son walks
Poking fun at my anointment and the "Purpose" for which I've been called

For their own sakes father I ask that you...
forgive them. for they know not what they do.
Yes, I pray for them too.
For They spit at my face and trip my foot.
They arm themselves with Pilates soldiers, spears and rocks too
Breaking bone from bone and severing flesh from flesh as my tears fall between the cracks and grooves

Fools!
I could summon all of heavens worriers and troops
Should as much as a stone dash my skin or foot

But instead I choose not to
Diligently treading second foot behind my good foot
Turning the other cheek father as you said I should
Rebuking the sly nawing of weakness creeping in my spirit. Calvary within view

For I know that my Father in heaven lives

Some day I'll be carried in a chariot by stampeding Horses
Through the very streets as the people sing a chorus
Then the heavens will open while each and all watches in awe
As "This is my son in whom I am well pleased" ricochets between every atom and sub-atomic force
As the words decend like commandments from the mouth of the lord

And I'll be Crowned forever in majesty and glory,
Trumpets blowing and angels dance at the fulfillment of scripture, and ancient stories

But for now, everybody Get out of my path! Cause I carry the cross